By this time Sheila was in a state of depraved incoherent shock. The sheer intensity of the electric jolts shattering through her ass in periodic wave... had not only become bearable, but the helplessly chained brunette was beginning to crave them. She would always associate the fierce agony rippling through her gigantically impaled asshole with the utterly sweet, oozing cunt-flesh of her own lovely daughter, crushed to her sucking mouth. And in spite of the white-hot sheets of pain pounding. Moments later, the rear doors opened, and Daddy opened the cage & unlocked my chains. "Come on out, slut, time to stretch out a bit, you're probably a bit cramped.' I was, too. Being curled up in a small space like that wasn't something I was used to, so I took a moment with my new, short lived freedom to strech out as I crawled from the cage. As I did, I looked around at where we might be. It was a parking lot on a small hill, and as I turned my head, I saw the building we were parked near,. I handed him the cup and our fingers touched. ‘Thank you Lauren!’ he said and sipped it. He made a weird face and looked into the coffee, ‘You forgot sugar?’ he asked ‘No I didn’t. Is it very bad?’ I asked biting my lips. ‘Come on! No! I was just kidding!’ He laughed ‘It’s perfect’. He took another sip and smiled at me. It made my heart dance. I wanted to kiss him all over and I kept thinking about him the whole day. I made coffee for him every day for a week. My mother called us frequently. Here we were all thinking you'd be up to make the grown-ups breakfast this morning." Sorry. I ... uh ... had a lot to think about. I didn't realize how late it was." No problem, honeybunch. You can help with lunch. I don't know if you'll have three or four girlfriends here with their parents. What do you suppose you can whip up?" Let me get some bread mixed up and rising," I said."My god! He makes bread, too?" Anna said from the kitchen door. "How about coffee? Did he make that?" I walked over.