Fit with dark hair and dark eyes that gives nothing away when he notices her coming in.“Good morning, Daddy,” she says, heading for the refrigerat...r to get some juice.“Morning,” he says gruffly.“What are you up to today?” the girl asks innocently.“Not much,” he answers. “I’m heading over to watch the game at Johnny’s house.”“Sounds like fun,” she says.“I hope it will be,” he says grinning. “At least if my team wins. I’ve got a bet going on with Johnny.”“I think you’ll win, Dad,” she says. He wants you to give your body to him as an offering." Father John began wrapping the leather strips around Sally's wrists as she held them together for him. He tightened them, seeing the black leather digging into her white skin. He took her bound hands and attached them to the rope hanging from the pulley at the top of the cross. He began to raise her arms, the rope slowly pulling her wrists higher and higher until they were well above her head.Her naked breasts straining upwards as Father. Having said that, Jacqui was, and still is, forever young. I don't know what her ancestors consumed to prime the family gene pool but she never seems to age in pace with her years and it has often proved an embarrassment whenever the question of her age has arisen.For example, in her late 20's, after we were married, she went back at her high school to deliver a talk and was called out for not having a hall pass by a relatively new teacher who thought she was a student. He didn't believe her,. The fire in my stomach turned into a pit of coal.“What happens if I say no?” I asked, less confidently than I would have liked.“Jill, what did I promise you?”“To always respect and protect me and to make my wildest dreams come true.”“Good girl. And if I punished you for being uncomfortable with something that I asked on our first night together, would that be respecting you?”“Umm, no?”“Correct. So, if this is where your comfort lies, that is fine.” Again, that voice envelops me like a warm.