“Please, stop, please, oh, God, you’re killing me!” She screamed, knowing it was useless, but unable to stop herself, as the pain just seemed to...intensify the more the ordeal went on.She could feel Sean’s balls slapping against her wet pussy as he bottomed out inside of her tight clenching bowels with each powerful lunge forward. Despite this, she was feeling no pleasure whatsoever at the continued maltreatment.The large man behind her started grunting loudly as he plowed into her inflamed anus. Her fingers tapped again, and suddenly the new site was back. She knew some kind of keyboard shortcuts to do things that was lots faster than the mouse. Again, she showed how quick a learner she was by finding the month tab, which displayed the last year's worth of months. She clicked on March, and a new set of thumbnails showed up. She moved the mouse to hover, and the date of the photograph was displayed.She paged down, checking a photograph now and then, until she got to the middle of the. She walks into the house, smelling dinner. Wow something smells awesome! thanks, just decided to cook tonight instead of eating out. Well what are we having? Jessica tells her and Brandi asks how long it will be till dinner is ready? about 30-35 minutes, says Jessica. Good that gives me time to get out of these clothes and grab a shower. Then Brandi runs upstairs. Jessica sits on the sofa awaiting Brandi to come down and for dinner to get finished. A little while later Brandi comes down, and. I take my time getting the bag. I want to make her squirm, but I won’t stay away too long because I know that will give her anxiety. I can hear her release a sigh of relief when she feels me touch her head. I stroke her hair and calm her down just a little before walking over to my bag of toys. “Now, slut, you are not allowed to speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good. Now tell me what happened yesterday.” “I gave attitude to Daddy instead of allowing him to clarify.