They were always holding hands like a couple of teenagers, and their public displays of affection drew frequent comments from other married couples th...t they socialized with.However, nothing compared to the experiences that she had always had with Mark as her lover. She could be his slut, his submissive, the aggressor, or anything else she wanted, and Mark still seemed to always know which role she desired before she realized it herself. Making love with her husband lit a fire within her heart. His arms were pulled over his head, making his shoulders ache fiercely. Scrabbling, he managed to get his feet under him to take his weight, reducing the strain on his arms and shoulders. His wrists weren't tied, they were chained, the links running up to a beam in the ceiling. His jacket and shirt were gone — he was bare-chested, barefoot and, judging by the blood, he'd been in a fight.The last thing he remembered was leaving a bar after successfully hustling enough to keep him for the next. I glance towards his crotch, realising he has a bulge in his pants, and quickly look away, not wanting to believe it. ?Remove your panties now, I want to see your western pussy? He sternly orders, scaring me with how his attitude is changing, as I strip. I stand there, not wanting to do it, not wanting to loose all dignity, but also scared to protest. He is sitting back; looking my body up and down, staring at my long legs, and my nice, round breasts, my nipples slowly hardening, causing me to. “Goddamn, I got two hot looking daughters” Emmitt thought to himself, rubbing his stiffening cock through his ratty drawers.“Get up! We got work to do!” He screamed.Both girls jumped from his loud demands, their hands flying up trying to cover themselves, but Emmitt had already seen enough of his naked daughters to get his morning thrill. He smiled and started down the hall to kitchen mumbling to himself, “Might have to fuck one of them today.”Betty turned from the stove when she heard Emmitt.