I was exhausted. I could feel my legs shaking from exertion as they struggled to hold me up. Rena began to work her arse mussels to help me, and in an...instant, my climax that had been controlled for a far too long by Mika, erupted with all the intensity of a mini Vesuvius. Rena’s scream was so loud, that for a split second I forgot where I was and almost jumped up in fright, expecting her irate parents to come charging thru the door, but it was safe, as Dana had said, completely shut off from. Staying of top of the covers, I spooned Melody and, while planting soft kisses on the side of her face, along her neck, and over her ear, I whispered loving words to her; hoping that they would penetrate through whatever she might be experiencing.After awhile, I drifted off to sleep.My need to go to the bathroom woke me. When I stepped back into the room, Helen was sitting in the chair, shopping bags around her feet. She was cutting off tags from under garments."Do you think she'll like this?". I was left with nowhere to salvage my dignity, no way to escape the scourge of torment. I played it cool and completed my business, moving away from the two families, bastardizing the son (Bradley) that I had raised as my own, but who wasn't mine, another terrible humiliation and heartbreak for me but for the boy, absolute devastation, I'm sure.The mental imbalance that had presented itself to me at the time was powerful and I barely managed to keep it at bay while I untangled myself from the. She was never good enough to be a heroine.She kept up the prayer as feminine hands rewarded her with pleasure again bringing her to the bring of fantastic release. She stopped for a few moments when they turned her back over and she awaited the punishment she knew she deserved. She continued her prayers at the insistence of the male voice. Tears stopped coming as the world lit up beneath her blindfolds. There was no way to describe it, other than to say it lit up. She felt like she could see.