The door to the apartment opened as I walked down the stairs to see two people in IKEA uniforms carrying in the first of a large series of boxes. When...they set down the first one, Leanne came down the stairs, causing their eyes to almost pop out. A smile touched my lips, and I managed to get Jack’s attention long enough to set out where I wanted everything, to the point of having Leanne putting post-it notes on doors. The delivery guys had a hard time keeping their eyes off of her, and Leanne. "Daphne looked down at the table and said, "He is one of my customers."I looked at her like she was from another planet. "I find out you are a whore. I get up and leave. Instead of getting up and rushing home you stay and fuck my best friend. Then you come home and tell me you really love me and don't want to lose me. Isn't that what you were supposed to rush home and say instead of staying there, fucking Sam, and then coming home? You ruin the marriage and then say I might as well stay here. I asked him to get off so he did and lay at the top of my bed. I sat at the end took a drink from the glass of water on my bedside and stretched. I looked in the mirror at him and his wanting cock. He was waiting for me to return to him. I was honestly exhausted. I had two choices. Mum would be home soon so I had every opportunity to say that he should leave and we could do it again some time. Or I could get back to him, an enticing idea as it was so much fun. But this is a woman's world, I. He flipped me over on to my back and started playing with my tits. "You're so nasty. You like it when your daddy fucks you. You know how disgusting that is, and yet you still want more. You agree to me my slave. You have know clue what it coming." He told me not to move, that he'd be right back. Daddy came back with something metal. They were clamps. He played with my nipples, pinching and pulling, twisting and pulling. It hurt pretty bad, but what he did next was even worse. The clamps hurt.