"Now you may finish the job with your tits, get ready!" Lisa took the rope back from Sarah and started to make Daphne bob up and down again on the dil...o. The weight on the chain between her nipples danced left and right.After two more quick rounds of Daphne's self-torture, only one of the five candles on the stand was still burning. Daphne wondered how much more her tits would have to endure. They felt like they were on fire, about to be ripped off. How long had it been since they started? She. Cindy didn't either.We were clean. Some memory when we were young and Dad had fewer bottles: fill the washtub with hot water from the wood stove, temper — yes I knew that word and many others — the hot water with cold water from the pump. Take the bath together, Cindy and I. Eight, we were just kids. Twelve, we were boy and girl... but still just kids.Sixteen, the year Dad left forever — though it was two years before Cindy and I agreed that he was really gone forever — Cindy was embarrassed. It’s not necessary to read that first but you’ll get little details make more sense. ————————————- 7.56. Perfect, I’m late. I think to myself as I walk into my cosy little house in Melbourne, Australia. It’s late November and the erratic Melbourne weather is just as it should be. This time of the evening is quiet, peaceful. After such a long day at work all I want is to find my Irish beauty and cuddle up on the couch, but she’s not anywhere to be found. ‘Theia?’ No answer. I walk through the. ”“Don’t be crude, Mick.”“Crude? Does he know that you are married?”“I told him.”“And he still agreed to fuck you. He sounds like a real piece of shit.”“He is a good man.”“He is a piece of shit for fucking another mans’ wife.”“I loved it too. His cock was wonderful.”“How wonderful will it be when I cut it off and shove it down his throat?”“Don’t you dare. He makes me happy. Happier than you ever did.”I looked at her. I looked deep into her eyes.“What happened to us? How do you turn off love? Or.