I climbed on the bed and knelt between her knees as her face looked back over her shoulder with a look of disappointment and whispered, “I’m sorry...Grandpa, it was too tight to enjoy it the way I thought I would,” and a tear streamed from her eye over her cheek and dripped across her nose. I leaned over her and wiped it away and kissed her gently from where I had just swiped the tear. I whispered, “No baby, I understand. I asked too much of you, but will make it up to you somehow,” with a. As long as you overlooked his pierced nipple and perpetually limp lower lip, that is."You know ... Stuff like that." Her crooked smile and faint blush were precious. Between her and Rebecca, I knew most of their off color stories, but hadn't heard about Jacques. It was an illuminating conversation.Brian wandered in, looking tired, and I suggested we get the workingman home in time for good night's sleep. Beth Ann smiled beautifully when I referred to Brian as a workingman. I was pretty certain. Don't hurt her." She watched as he reached down and caressed the girl's cheek with his hand, then with the knife. The girl strained away from him. "I'm sorry. Please, M?" she cried out in defeat. "Please don't hurt her."He set the knife down in the tray, let his hand rest casually on the throat of the girl on the table as he turned to look at Michelle. His fingers tightened cruelly, cutting off the girl's air."Why?"Michelle struggled against her own bonds. She pushed against the soft cotton. Then you'll suck this cock and I'll lickyou pussy. Remember the sooner you come the sooner I'll let you go, nod ifyou understand.? What option did she have? She nodded and I unclasped the gag still slimy frommy juices. ?What's your name honey?? I asked as she gasped for breath. ?Lesley? she eventually volunteered. I laughed, ?Lesley the lezzy, that has a nice ring to it.? ?I'm not a lezzy.? She practically shouted at me, so I grasped her round thethroat in a chokehold, I squeezed hard and she.