Gradually the combination of stresses — the pain of the tight restraints, the physical disorientation, the rudeness of treatment — pushed Amy's ne..., obedient personality to the background. She became tense, alert, hypersensitive — combat-ready.Suddenly a light went on, so harsh it nearly blinded Amy. She rapidly blinked to clear her vision and scanned the room hastily. She first saw that she was on a bed with black sheets, which gave her hope that she might be able to escape by gouging out the. She takes hold of my ankles, opens them wide apart and bends my legs and pulls back on them so my bum is raised about a foot of the ground. I can see you kneeling between my thighs your huge cock that I’m desperate to get inside me. I notice that you are looking into Christine’s eye as if you are asking a question of her when she murmurs “It’s okay sweetie, this is why we invited her, we own her pussy now, now fuck the dirty little bitch, take her little pussy” You ease you cock into me. Philip gave Pam a quick call at 1:00 that afternoon as he was already in his car driving towards where she and her husband lived. He hoped she wasn't out shopping or at the grocery or anywhere but sitting there just waiting for her horny Daddy to come over and give her his big horny cock. He knew he was very self-centered by always wanting all of his little harem to be at his beck and call, but that just seemed to be the way he was living his life these days."Hi, Daddy," Pam said cheerfully. Yes, we had had a delightful life indeed. Our Roman Catholic faith had directed our life’s choices. As a result of our frequent lovemaking, we were blessed with three strapping boys — Agostino, Carlo, and Lorenzo. Life was good — very good! According to any standards, I believed that I was a good man — a devout Catholic, faithful husband, committed father, and respected engineer.Salty tears burned my eyes. Why did I torture myself with these remembrances? I had been a good man, but what good.