That jail cell with the two guards of guilt and fear had imprisoned that moment, labelling it as a fantasy, not something that had actually occurred. ...he was passing it off as a dream, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t, but refused to admit it.With that insight, I replied, “Well, I heard you struggling to get in and had to open the door for you. You were pretty blasted. Getting you into the kitchen, I convinced you to drink as much water as possible, hoping it might soften the monumental. She felt his hands on her shoulders as he resumed ramming his hot rod in her dripping wet cunt. Though this was not the first time she had felt so aroused, it reminded her of her high school days. She was moving her hips in the air, desperately trying to get fucked as hard as she could. Her moaning and turned to shrieking now. Her nails tore the bed sheet as she gripped it more fiercely. She felt his grip tightening on her shoulders as they continued to fuck. She was getting hornier and hornier. Thereisn't much left they could do to me dad! Of course I mean it! I evenhave appointments every day to get my hair and nails done, just so I'lllook good for the cameras!"As we went in the house I neglected to tell dad what I had planned, butsmiled when I thought of it. Mom seemed to be back to her usual selfagain, smiling when she saw me, but handed me an apron to protect mydress. She and I made dinner, then later, after dinner, I went tochange. When I walked in my room I saw a complete. Daisy soon joins them.Evelyn watches the captives while Lily undoes the clips, and secures them to the wall by their hands and ankles, feet spread about one and a half metres apart. Daisy is busy going through their belongings to identify who they are. From the driver’s licences she can identify the boys and one of the girls, the other two girls don’t have any photo ID with them. Taking a heavy duty marker Daisy goes over to the captives, and writes the first names on those she can identify.