I strained to make out what was being discussed, but I could only catch a word here and there. I laid my head back down and stared up at the ceiling.... Now my mind was in turmoil. Which was worse, being a tied-up helpless slave girl being tortured and abused, or a tied-up helpless slave girl being totally ignored? I focused instead on the moisture that was dripping down my butt crack. Was it my own juices, the second man's cum seeping out of my ass, or a combination of both? The thoughts. Thank God they can do the things they can do these days, it's a miracle that you're still with us my friend, a real miracle."Bill remembered seeing his dad who had past away more than twenty-five years ago, was that a dream, or was it real? He thought of his dad's words, "you still have some unfinished business you must make right. You will be happy again, I promise you."It had been a long time since Bill had been a happy man. After splitting with Amber he threw himself into his work a hundred. Molly felt a gentle tear flow down her cheek, and then another, and soon her fears had left her, and only her concern remained. Using all her might she propelled herself across the grass yard toward Amy, and just as she reached out to grasp her a horror far greater than she had imagined pulsed through the air.-----A splatter of blood struck her warm, smooth skin. Nearly stumbling, her paralyzed muscles froze her in place, and as the realisation which had dawned a hope upon her struck her, she. I sat in the kitchen chatting to one of our friends, Leanne, who had strapped herself into a very tight basque, her 34DD tits popping impressively out of the top. Lisa was keeping herself busy, circulating and chatting with everyone, occasionally returning to me. On one such visit, I unbuttoned her blouse three buttons, so that when she bent over, even slightly, her bare breasts would be clearly visible.After a while, Lisa disappeared for an extended period and just as I was considering getting.