There were pink curtains tied back that looked like they could separate the bedroom from the living room. Large windows looked out onto the streets of...Gastown below.She came over and sat next to me. We made small talk for a few minutes before she asked what movie to watch. There was a large collection of DVD's below the TV. She dropped onto the floor, got down on all fours and crawled up to the DVD's. Then she dipped down on her elbows and began to read off a few titles.This was really hot. " Do you want to go home?" No. I don't want to spoil your fun." Nonsense. If you're uncomfortable, we're uncomfortable." What's going on?" asked his mom.Before his dad could answer Patrick replied, "Nothing." Stop it Patrick. I think all the questions about him are getting to him." We should leave." No, it's not right."Patricia came up and said, "We'll take him home." No." Patrick, you hate this, we all know you do. And to stay here for us is wrong as well. Go home with Patricia and we'll stay. It was an intense mixture of extreme pleasure and pain.She was so concentrated on the feeling, that she didn't notice his other hand approaching, and before it was too late, she felt the cold metal of the pliers close on her engorged clit. She screamed like a banshee, and after another squeeze, she passed out.She was woken with some smelling salts. She was on the ground, with her hands tied behind her back.--- "Kneel." --- ordered Hank.She didn't move. Sam took a piece of rubber pipe, and. What are you doing?" We were both feeling no pain, and I replied, "So, Lorene, ARE you screwing your "nephew?" I pushed my hard penis against her ass and kitty from behind. "Not yet," she said, but I'm hoping that changes very soon." She opened her legs slightly, and I pushed into her wet kitty. "Oh, fuck, that feels so damn good...I needed this," she cried. I thrust in and out of her for a bit, and marveled at how wet she had gotten...like the night of the three-some with Helen. She pushed.