" I moaned without thinking. I couldn't believe my daddy had his fingers in my pussy. "You like that baby girl?" He whispered into my mouth.I just nod...ed as he worked his fingers. "Oooh yeah, yeah!" I started to grid his fingers as I came, hard. "My turn baby." Daddy said as he moved his fingers from my pussy and out of my jeans. He dropped his jeans to the floor and his hard cock flopped out, it was bigger than I would have thought, atleast 8inches, bigger than Toms. Daddy pushed me to my. All was going well.Then came the end of our lives as we knew them.It happened on a Wednesday at just after noon. I was at school as was Jen. Dad was at his station and Mom had been at home. She apparently decided to surprise dad with a special lunch. She drove down to the station and they were sitting in the office sharing their meal when the big tanker truck came to deliver the gas. No one paid much attention to gas deliveries. The driver would make the delivery and then drop off a statement. It must have been the wine. I must have drunk far more than I should."Ana smiled reassuringly, but still rearranged herself so she could eat with no risk of the sheet falling down to her lap. "Don't worry, Ketaba. It must have been the wine. It's supposed to make people behave very strangely. You probably just weren't aware of what you were doing."Ana wasn't convinced however that Ketaba's behaviour wasn't symptomatic of deeper repressed feelings. She'd once been told that the really bad thing. Joan looked a bit apprehensive, collared and naked, and still wearing a chain between her nipples but she didn’t have much choice. I got on with untying Mary and took off her blindfold. I let Mary rub her arms to get the blood flowing and turned to Sue. The wax had still not made it to the sensitive bits. ‘Leave me’ ‘What do you mean’ ‘I want to stay, can you leave me like this a bit longer, could I stay the night like this? I was a bit taken aback but why not. My husband was not due home.