I didn’t say get up and masturbate. You can masturbate on your face and knees” your husband said angrily. Again, you replied quickly, this time yo... leaned your face forward and reached back with your tied hands to toy with your pussy.It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were gushing over your fingers, and again you felt the sting across your back from the whip.“You should ask permission to cum first, slut”.“Yes, Ma’am” you responded. Resigned as you still couldn’t see them you turned to. I'll bring acouple of skirts and tops, dresses and heels for the dinners. Sweatersand a jacket, if it's cold. If you do want pants, you can probably takethem into the men's fitting room, like when I took you shopping. They'resimilar enough that nobody is going to notice. Tops too.Helen took my arm. She moved in close and whispered in my ear, "I'lltell you a sisterly secret." She turned her head, pretending to be onthe lookout for eavesdroppers. Unlikely in our kitchen. "We don't wearskirts and. The fear that I had felt earlier was now gone, replaced with a sense of… anticipation. Carefully, I tugged at the vines binding my arms and wrists, testing them, then did the same with the ones wrapped around my ankles, calves, and thighs and finally, my torso. I was completely immobilized for whatever was to come. I wondered if I was to be a sacrifice for some sort of creature or if the plants simply meant to feed upon me until there was nothing left but bone and marrow.A sadness enveloped me.. ‘Daddy,’ Quinn whimpers, her body trembling with pleasure against his warm and rough skin. James grunts as he thrusts again. ‘LOUDER.’ ‘DADDY!’ Quinn shouts in pleasure, to which James grins. ‘Now let me show you how a man fucks a woman,’ he whispers in her ear, before pulling his face back to look into her wide-eyes. He grabs her around the waist with one arm, pulling her off the table to stand on her feet. He then turns her around and wraps her hair around his hand, making it into a fist.