They could view my body, but i could not view theirs. They could touch me and brush the clothespins pinching my nipples, but with my hands tightly att...ched behind me, i could not touch back. Many of these women asked my Domme if they could hold my leash and pose for pictures with me. She happily obliged. She whispered to me as some fifteen photographs were taken. Whenever we stopped, i had no way of knowing if i was being photographed, who was holding my leash, who was touching me, or what was. “Yes cum for me.” I tell her knowing that her orgasm will trigger my own. Taylor lets out a loud moan and starts to shake as her pussy clamps down on my cock making me orgasm as well. When I stop shoot my load inside her I lean forward and kiss her while she still twitches from the tail end of her orgasm.When she is finished twitching Taylor pulls her skirt back down and lies back on the concrete square. I move and lie next to Taylor, when I feel her hand brush against mine I take it in my own. The hickey that he has given her is almost, but not really, heart-shaped. Yes, now he has branded her as his.He sits up and reaches in the drawer by the bed. Emma worries she has done something wrong as that is where he placed the paddle earlier. But instead, he has her sit up and removed her necklace. Holding it in her lips, feeling the eight pearls bump her lips, she feels first one, then a second being dropped down the chain. Ten pearls now! Tears come to Emma’s eyes at the overwhelming. I double-clicked on it and it opened, and it was avi clips and photos of my daughter, nude and masturbating on her computer.The angle from which she was being spied on I knew was the wall clock Peter had given her a year back, and as I clicked more and more, his depravity knew no bound, Skype and chat rooms, saved conversations with my daughter, and her willingness to do what she was doing, albeit unknown to her it was Peter, left me initially in a state of shock.An old man having carnal.