It was an all male voice, one a girl could fall for in different circumstances. I felt him pull away and heard what I knew was duct tape being unravel...d. First he covered my mouth them he bound my wrist in a seemingly unbreakable vice. I was stuck and very vulnerable. He stood back and admired his work like any true artist would and he nodded in approval. This was my chance to get a look at his face but it was covered by a ski mask with the eyes and mouth cut. I sighed in defeat as suddenly his. I too was shocked, she was my age, tall and leggy, almost stunningly beautiful but her attire was overtly sexual, stockings and belt, slutty but wanton.I watched as my husband drank in this vision of sperm collection, "You would fuck her", I challenged as we both realised we were parked alongside her car, this was clearly a woman of means, and clearly a woman who knew what she wanted and got.As she drew near she scanned our windscreen to see who was watching her. My husband had lit another. Thenwith the syringe she drew off nearly a litre of thehot water and salt mix. Settling herself ?between his legs she pressed the needlepoint against his scrotum, pushing it through his skin. Jenny almost laughed atMartins comical struggles as she slowly pushed the plunger, filling his scrotumwith boiling liquid till it was as round as a balloon and as large as a smallmelon. Sweat was pouring down his body and his whole frame was continuouslyshaking but jenny couldn?t let this put her off. She. I gulp and slowly get out of the car, trying my best not to stumble and give away how drunk I am. Unfortunately I slam into the door jam, and he turns to glare at me. "I'm sorry Daddy" I mumble, trying to give him my best puppy dog eyes, hoping to soften him up a bit. It doesn't work. He growls at me "Come here!" I obey immediately, thinking I am in deep shit. He sits himself in the chair, and grips my hand, yanking me closer to his side. I stand there, swaying a bit, before he booms "On your.