We've been kept apprised of your progress... and are very happy with the results..." the man said caressing his shoulder, caressing his cheek with the...back of his hand. The man was smiling... still holding the paddle.The man walked behind the rubber bound maid... his wife took the paddle from him and stepped just to his right..."Sweety." the man said. "We want you to bend over."The man walked in front of him... He gently put both his hands on each shoulder and slowly pulled him down... bending. His penis looks vaguely slimy, and smells as if he hasn't washed it for a week. His other hand grabs his tool and points it straight at my face, demanding that I "suck my cock now bitch!." As if I had a choice, he pulls my head forward, jamming his cock into my mouth. It tastes salty and unclean as I take him in and suck. His hand on the back of my head, he forces his cock deep, then slips it in and out as he likes, controlling the rhythm. The others are standing around, jerking their cocks and. Not right now.I get in my car and I just sit there. I'm shaking.The man in the photos, Breanne's dad, is my rapist. His name is Joe.I cry on my bed behind a locked door.I wake up feeling better and with so many thoughts.I can see only one way I can exorcise the control that that man has over me by what he did to me. I must control him. I must return in more than equal measure his debasement.My phone rings. It's Erin."I was just wondering how you're doing after leaving the party early."Erin is a. "Suck me clean slut," he whispered to me, pulling his lips from hers for just a moment, not even waiting to see if I'd do his bidding, knowing I would. I dropped to my knees immediately, feeling the heat radiate from my wife's pussy against my cheek as I opened wide and took that gorgeous cock as deep as I could once again.Feeling his hips rock slowly, just barely moving, face-fucking me at his leisure. Moaning, slobbering, sucking hard but still gently, cleaning his cock as he'd instructed. My.