Most probably my father will be killed too."She dropped her head into her hands and continued sobbing. I sank to my knees beside her and put my arm ar...und her drawing her to my chest and stroking her hair."There, there, weesht lassie, I'll not let anyone harm you."I felt her tears on my chest and only then recollected that I had run out of the tent without a shirt. I thought quickly about what to do next. I didn't think Kirsty would be up to walking through the dark back to the tent. I wasn't. " I could swear that was adoration I was seeing in her eyes. "But first," she suddenly switched to a businesslike faint smile, "you need to show me where the problem is."That I was happy to do, and the rest of our brief meeting was totally above board.The next day, shortly after lunch, I heard a tap on my open door and turned away from my computer screen. It was Jan. I smiled broadly and invited her in. I'd been waiting all day for this, hoping she would show up. One of the perks of being a. No she had some more for me but wanted to meet me first for some reason. After we met and chatted over a drink, she produced the photographs in an envelope. These pictures were much more erotic, bordering on BDSM activities. Margaret was clearly the Mistress dressed in a bizarre corset, fishnet stockings and high heels. Thelma, and in some pictures another woman were her victims. There were quite a few shots of the victims being bound, whipped and made to perform oral sex on Margaret. I loved. Because their incestuous family relationship was known only to them, the "couples" paired up according to their marriages when out in public, but there was plenty of inter-couple hanky-panky that went on when waiters/waitresses and other people weren't watching. The two couples didn't figure anyone would notice really if Tim sat on the side of the booth next to his mother Sue and Cindy sat next to her father-in-law, Chuck. Both with the two pairs of lovers side-by-side, hands were able to.