“How are you feeling now?” he asked seriously. “I’m still just a bit light headed,” she replied. “You sit there for a few minutes longer,�...� he said, then he moved around the table to her right side, Susan still looking at the small puddle with fascination. Peter opened a drawer, and removed the ankle cuffs he’d put there earlier. He moved to the foot of the table, holding one of the two cuffs out for Susan to hold, then buckled it securely about her ankle. Finished, he lowered her leg, and held. What had I become? Besides bitter and depressed, that is. Jane was my wife for almost 20 years, and we had managed to produce 2 wonderful daughters. Young women so magnificent that it made the union worthwhile, although there were times when I wouldn’t admit that. Great in the early years, when we were both idealistic and naive, our relationship had become less and less about each other and more about our daughters, which was understandable. Soon, there was practically no relationship at all,. I started to lift my arms to protest, but a sharp slap against my breasts stopped me. I was not to move from Inspection until instructed to do so. With a snap, he attached a clamp to my right nipple. Immediately, I felt the pain emanating from that sensitive area of my body. But, as with the clothespins, it was a pain that I rather enjoyed. When he snapped the second one on, I didn?t even flinch. Now, with these devices attached securely to my body, he glanced up and smiled at me. I watched. You’re cock is bigger than I ever dreamed.. your filling me up.. your fucking filling me up daddy” was Bridget’s response. Her cursing just made Paul harder.. That innocent little tramp talk is always a turn on.. For 10 minutes Paul fucked his tv-daughter good and hard.. As he looked down.. he watched Bridgets tight pussy lips almost sucking his cock with each stroke. Her sweet asshole.. begging to be touched.. Paul rubbed her clit from underneath and lubed his fingers.. Then he brought his.