I'd seen Roberta lowered into the water filled tank and felt sure I would undergo the same fate soon. I didn't fear for my safety. They seemed very co...scientious about keeping us safe but our comfort or discomfort was unquestionably a different story. Mistress Carol removed the large tube from around my cock and then the jockstrap harness that had held my balls. She went to the cabinet and Mistress Laura withdrew the dildo from my ass. She first attached a hose to it with yet another pump bulb. So here I am, putting my true story out there, hoping it will inspire some of my fellow sick friends to post their stories. Some background: I am young, got married young. This, and maybe more depending on feedback, story(ies) is(are) about me and my Ex-wife. You can call her Susie. These are the real facts about our looks, starting with me. I’m 5’6”, about 240 give or take. The image in your head is of a lard ball right? Well I’m overweight, no doubt, but I’m not as fat as you’d imagine. I’m. The caption said, “I guess this means I need to get you something in return??” I was puzzled by the comment. I didn’t know what she meant, and thought maybe she sent it to the wrong person. That is until I looked at my recent snap’s list and noticed the last one I sent to my wife was not 10 minutes ago, but 5 days ago.I immediately started panicing when I realized I just sent my 18 year old niece-in-law a naked picture of myself. I started thinking about everything that could happen. Would she. Fuckkkkk, I love your little cunt!" Dad grunted, fucking my cunt with abandon.It seemed his pounding went on forever. At least the pillow somewhat softened the force of his thrusts upon my small body. My legs were aching from being tied up. I thought I was going to pass out, my eyes even rolling back in my head.Dad slapped me hard to keep me conscious, not even slowing his fucking pace in my cunt. I stared back at him, a blank stare. Feeling even more numb as I started to face my fate of.