..but not quite so close as to let me slip over the edge. That, maybe more than anything else, was the biggest reason I came to enjoy visiting Bob! I ...as unable to go over to his place whenever I wanted, but, in a way, the very infrequency of those visits made the ones I made all the more thrilling and rewarding.Yes, I did often feel a twinge of guilt after visiting Bob. I'd think of my wife, perhaps at home, likely working in our gardens (which is one of her passions), naturally unaware of. He start to finger my hole his rough fingers forcing there way in he keeps going as I try to move and struggle but unable to stop him till he get two then three fingers in me me, I know what's coming it's what I've been waiting for, what I wanted daddy is going to fuck me and make me his bitch.I can feel daddy's cock still hard rubbing up and down my ass all I can do is moan wishing, wanting this to happen.Then daddy slaps my ass I yelp he slaps me again growling in my ear "beg slut, I want you. "I'm going to take your clothes off and strap you to the chair," Chrissiesaid."Yesss..."Moments later, Sam was naked. Her feet in stirrups attached to the baseof the treatment chair, ankles and arms tied down with leather straps."Sam, I have something else that will help you through this. Somethingto put over your head and get you straight. Is that OK, Sam?" Yesss... whatever Chrissie says. Help me Chrissie..." I will Sam. I will."Chrissie pushed some buttons and a device descended from. And now, she was beingstood up! After this week, Luke would be history. Meanwhile, Luke was involved in a hot streak at the poker tables. All daylong, he had won hand after hand and continuously upgraded to higher-stakestables to make the most of his lucky day. As, unbeknownst to him, Patiencestomped and fumed in their hotel room, Luke was being escorted into the high-rollersuite where he could really strut his stuff. By the time she decided to act, it was too late for dinner and a show withher.