I wanted to look away but there was something primal about the sex that captivated me, especially watching and listening to my mother, and the three m...n all over her. Daddy was holding my tightly to him and he bent into my ear, ‘Can you see where their cocks are’? I nodded, it was the first thing I looked at, especially the man behind mother, as he was thumping into hard and making her call out, I might have been ignorant about matters sexual, but I knew she was sucking the man standing in. But I didn’t care. And I didn’t want to help. And I knew that made me a bad person, a cold person, an unfeeling wife… And the knowing just made me angrier. Sadder too, once the fury boiled off and I was left to think about the whole messed up situation. ‘Jesus, Sheila.’ His hands were balled into fists. ‘I don’t want to fight. I just want to talk to you. I want… I want to spend time with my wife.’ We hadn’t had sex in almost a month. Or was it longer? How long? I couldn’t remember… How sad was. One night when I was 13, my s****r Mel and I were just hanging in the basement den watch a movie and eating popcorn. Mel threw a kernal at me and that started the food fight. We were rolling around wrestling each other. We did that all the time but this time I noticed my s****rs titties through her white tee shirt. When her shirt got pulled tight I could see the impression of them and I got and instant hard on. It was making a tent in my shorts and precum had mad a wet spot on them that was. This interchange seemed to spark something in Eve. She mustered up the effort to kneel upright and then mumbled something. I stepped in closer to hear what her faltering voice had said. ‘Mercy, my lord,’ she repeated. And then she drew on an inner strength and craned her neck towards me. Chained on her knees, she was eye-level with my crotch. When she reached for me, I thought she meant to bite my pisser. The guards reached for their swords, but I, fresh from service in the Elite guard, had my.