I wasn’t quite “pass out” drunk yet so I was pretty fuckin proud of that. I walked through the house closing curtains and checking doors and tur...ing off lights. I headed down the hall to my room stopping by Lucy’s on the way to check on her like when she was little and I was a good, sober father and her mother wasn’t fucking Willie Nelson. Her door wasn’t all the way closed so I gently pushed it open. Her bed was up against the far wall, under the window with the head board against the wall to. “That wasn’t so bad.”“It was kinda hot,” I admitted. I wanted to tell her more but could not find words. I met her eyes and saw the simple joy inside them and concluded that I didn’t need to talk. I broke her gaze and looked out onto the frozen landscape beyond. The road signs told me we’d passed from Iowa into Minnesota in the last hour or so. Snow had fallen more heavily here. Smooth white dunes of the stuff piled up in the otherwise vacant fields. When the wind picked up, small whirlwinds of. Her eyes were glassy and out of focus, and she was breathing through her mouth. She had definitely just been fucked into another world. Dave did not pull his cock out, and I asked him what he was doing. He said ‘I am just going to rest for a few minutes, and then I can start over.’ Her tight asshole helped to maintain his erection, and she didn’t object. Soon he was fucking away again. Carolyn was now stretched open and full of slippery cum, and Dave went fast and furious. This time he grunted. ” leaving no doubt in Susan’s mind that this was a command. She shuffled past Peter and to the foot of the wooden table. Turning and facing it, she spread her feet apart, then raised her arms, interlocking her fingers behind her head, then pointed her elbows straight out from her body. She felt some stiffness in her joints as shedid this and reckoned that it was from the stringent bondage she had experienced the day before. She felt Peter moving behind her, and glanced down as he knelt behind.