At that moment, I had determined his fate, probably how he secretly wanted it, but hadn’t dared to assert until his daughter had the courage later. ...is daughter Billie, that was, not his cisgender daughter Elisabeth, the current bride. There would be no more impasse. His health was at stake. It was time for action, not deliberation.I mouthed “we need to talk” to Billie as soon as Denise announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Roger and Elisabeth Stanfield.”I signed as a witness, as. I knew that I wanted to eat her pussy and fuck it too but that I couldn’t because she couldn’t remember how many times she had been fucked in the last two weeks and that her boyfriend was a junkie. No one should catch AIDS and die over a simple fuck.When she came out of the shower she just scowled at me and walked right out toward me. Just as she took a swing at me I grabbed her arm, twisted her around, and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. I walked her over to the back of the couch,. She reached behind her and undid the bra strap, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts had almost no sag whatsoever. She slid the briefs down her legs and stepped out of them. As the old James Bond line once went, “collars and cuffs matched”; she had dark red pubic hair that had been shaved from the lips, but a triangle of it remained just above her slit. I couldn’t help but stare; her clit protruded from her slit, and was large and swollen. It almost looked like a miniature penis, and was. "Cari, I'd really like for you and Barry to come over to our house for dinner," Tanya said, as they rose to go back into the cabin. "I won't take no for an answer. You're family now, and I want to get the chance to know you. I always thought you and your brother were close. But Chance and I've been married two months and you haven't visited us once." I'm sorry about that," Cari mumbled. "But things just sort of pile up, first school, then there was Barry..." She wasn't sure how to get out of.