The only people who can hear you are your husband and the fuck slave and they won't help you. Anyway, once I close the door this room will be soundpro...f."I continued to scream and shout. He went and brought a camera in from the bedroom. He came over and jabbed the electric baton into my breast. "Shut up slut, I'm trying to work here." My body was rocked by the electric shock. He then jabbed it into my other breast. The shock drained the fight from me. I hung there defeated.I watched him set up. ‘Now Darren. He’s a nice boy. He’s studying to be a CPA. He’ll be a good provider, a good husband someday. That’s the kind of boy you should be interested in. A solid, moral boy.’ Again I was silent. What my father didn’t know, or maybe just didn’t want to believe, was that Darren and his friends had liked to catch you in the hall back in school and grab your ass or your breast. Darren and his friends were the reason girls tended to go in groups. ‘Ellie?’ my father said now. ‘Are you. ‘Do you ever know how to use your tongue! That was awesome!’ ‘I’m glad you think so,’ Stacey said. He stood up, holding his again-stiff cock in his hand. ‘Look what I’ve got,’ he said. Samantha’s eyes widened when she saw what was in his hand. ‘Oh, wow!’ she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming. ‘You got it hard again! That’s great! Now we can fuck!’ Stacey sat down on the sofa next to her and she climbed onto his lap, facing him. She raised her hips, grabbed his erection, and then lowered herself onto. So I grabbed her under her arms, and lifted her to a standing position. I put one arm around her back and the other under her legs and swept her up. I was amazed at how light she felt in my arms. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. I started unbuttoning her blouse but my fingers were all over the place. So she, without any fuss, took my wrists and putting them aside, undid the buttons herself. Then reaching behind she unhooked her bra, tossed it aside and lay back. I.