The blonde then felt the leash being locked back onto her collar and tied to the canopy railing above.There was some rustling around the bedroom as St...phanie stood there listened, wondering what the stranger had in store for her. The waiting and wondering about what was about to happen put Stephanie more on edge than the actual experience. Her imagination was a much more horrendous tormentor then the one in reality. Her thought were cut off when she felt her ankle cuffs unlocked from each. "I'm..." Jenn started again.Dan hung up. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. His hands were shaking. He would have thought he was furious, but for one undeniable fact. His dick was so hard it was about to rip through his pants. He wasn't angry, he realized. He wasn't even jealous. All he felt was raw, violent, desperate lust.His phone rang again.He answered, "Getting fucked?" "You'd said..." Jenn stammered. "What were you doing?" Those fantasies you kept telling me about..." Jenn sounded. " She nodded."OK now. Give me your drink, Claire," I said and took the wine glass from her, placing it on the table behind me, "Now get on your hands and knees in front of me." What did you say?" Claire said startled."I said," I replied evenly, " Get down on your hands and knees in front of me. And be quick about it unless you want me to tell everyone here and the police about what a thieving little slut you are."Claire's eyes flared with indignation but I knew that she knew she had no choice. I screamed, “Please Daddy, your hurting me.” My mother whispered grit your teeth honey it will soon begin to feel better. She kissed me and began to French kiss me. My Dad shoved in another two inches and reached my hymen. My mother’s kisses muffled my cries of pain. Just then, my Dad lifted my legs spreading them as far as he could and plunged his big shaft all the way into me. I screamed in pain and past out. When I came, too my father was slowly pushing in and out of me with that enormous.