She never had been that close to her daughter and agreed with all her earlier predators, she was a stuck up bitch. She had always been a daddy's girl;...she always thought that her husband always wanted to fuck her daughter. Her husband was in Washington, a senator, and there sex life had been shitty for years. She knew he was having affairs in Washington, all politicians do. Yet, she found her daughter rather attractive and the thought of having her daughter eat out of her box was becoming. So about a hour or so had passed and i said to them both that she would be next , her face was a picture , she instantly began the blush and looked nervous , i said to her to stay where she was and lead him to the bedroom, he came with me rather meekly, i instructed him to lay on the bed on his back but in such a way that his head was at one corner, the moment he got into the required postion i handcuffed his wrists together in front of him , then placed a gag over his mouth - one of my. She had a sports bag slung over one shoulder, the handle of a racquetball racquet sticking out. He noticed that it had sticky tape wrapped around the handle. Well worn sticky tape. That was interesting. The only people who needed sticky tape were people who were power hitters. It kept the racquet from twisting in the grip. His eyes went to her right hand, but it was bare of a glove. She wasn't sweating, either. She had just arrived.While he was examining her, she examined him too. He was taller. Well I guess if I turned off all the pumps and left her there for a year or so it's possible. Eight gallons a day really isn't that bad for a boat that size really. But she also still has a lot of original parts that are getting pretty old. Granddaddy was always doing something with her but this is probably her first major overhaul." What are you going to do with her?" Mr. Harris asked."Hmm, well periodically on boats like this you do a survey. They check all the wood for rot and weak spots. I.