" I replied with a smile."Never hurts to remind." My father answered while smiling back.After our parents had left I went in search of where Ally had ...otten off to. Walking up stairs I saw that the door to Ally's room was open and headed for her doorway. Looking in I saw that Ally was sitting at her computer; it looked like she was chatting with someone."Come on in Mike." Ally said with a smile. "I'm just chatting with Jenny."I pulled the chair in front of Ally's bureau next to her computer. A ‘Brrck’ and the interior mics pick up the cops rushing in, as they find the body of my audible gasps as they find the body of my slave, draped over the back of the high backed Victorian chair. Both of her lower orifices stuffed with wine bottles and her neck dangling at an angle the neck was never meant to make!A through search by the cops and the forensic team finds all my sex toys, bondage gear and history files of victims I’ve created since I turned fifteen! The only thing they failed to. "She didn't really say anything until the next day. Over breakfast, she just looked up and said, "I want more cocks."The next frontier? Fucking a stranger. Or maybe strangers.The plan? Drive to a hotel about thirty minutes away from us. Get a double bedroom suite. Head to the bar. I would be able to listen but not watch. She bought a new miniskirt for the occasion and brought some of her best Victoria's Secret undies.At the hotel, we were ready to go to the bar. She looked insanely hot in her. Lightly jerking himself through his pants. He suddenly hears the clicking of Stephanie's heels on the floor as she comes back to the living room. He quickly attempts to put the page to where he found it and hurries back to the TV.Stephanie goes back to her computer without a word and she can tell that he was looking. In his hurried panic, he couldn't quite return the page to exactly where she had it. She could see it had been moved. Stephanie grabs the computer and sits back on the couch. She.