My head was spinning, I’d never imagined that anyone I knew would be, could be, would allow themselves to be, subjected to the things I was looking ...t now. In my innocence I thought such things were only in the realm of my own twisted imagination. As I was looking at the pictures she selected a video from the shelf, pushed it into the machine and set it playing. My attention focussed on the screen where scenes of her brutal torture were being displayed, brutal and sadistic but somehow wonderful. She seems to have some kind of rapport with Will,” Mom continued. “I have a theory on how to make her less of a danger to herself, but I can’t do it here, and I don’t want to leave her alone.” Mom paused. “This is ... going to sound a bit strange, but I’m going to invite her over for dinner tonight.”What. Alaina goggled at her mother. “Um...” She blinked. “Mom, what the fuck?” She wants to invite the girl who was tormenting me and mind-controlling Will into our fucking house?Mom frowned. “It’s. You have something for me in there?” She reached for the boxers and rubbed his cock eventually causing it to slide out of the opening of the boxers. “Oh I like that.” He said. “I can tell.” She giggled as she took his shaft in her hand and massaged him rhythmically while he laid back and enjoyed the moment. Mark sat up and Susan straddled his lap still leaving his throbbing member exposed. She kissed him and slid her tongue into his moist mouth. Their tongues entwined as he caressed her. There was nothing sinister here as far as she could tell.“Daddy, do we know if anything happened during the Christmas party?” Beatrice asked.“Well, we do not have footage, but we do know that the large black man talking to Tony there is Nate Bertrand. He owns a chain of hotels and was in negotiation with Tony for a large contract. He signed it the day after the party.” Joe said.“That is not anything out of the ordinary.” Beatrice said and turned to her father.“Well, no, but we know that.