He told me that I was not allowed to cum until he told me I could.I felt his hand slide between my legs and into my moist pussy. He slowly rubbed my c...it until I started to moan. He heard me moan and removed his hand and inserted a vibrator. He pushed it in and out for about two minutes then he pushed it in as far as it would go and left it there. He used his thumb to rub my clit. I tried to move my hips but he stopped rubbing and told me I was not allowed to cum yet. He then told me to open my. I was beginning to wonder if he was coming. I’ve had her ready for almost half an hour. Still that’s no bad thing as it has given her time to worry. I didn’t tell her who was coming or what for.On entering the living room David was confronted by the sight of a bare bum with pubic hair very visible between wide spread legs. It appeared that Yvonne had been handcuffed face down sideways over a dining chair with her legs and arms fastened separately to the chair’s four legs. Altogether the perfect. Surely it took longer than that to heal over. It didn't look infected as far as I could tell, so I refitted my bandage, and then was on my way.The next few days followed a similar pattern, days of dodging through shadows trying to remain unseen, grabbing food where and when I could find it, then sleeping wherever I thought I would be safe for the night. I was terrified that some one would see me and hurt me. Fear of capture and loathing at my grotesque twisted body gnawed at me, driving me into. ‘It is ye father!’ the boy exclaimed. ‘Are ye alright?’ He looked over his father, his eyes settling over Jonathan’s stomach area. Fright crossed the boys face and his father reached up grabbing the boy’s shoulder. ‘It’s alright Jack.’ ‘But yer dying father,’ he said not believing the words he himself just spoke. ‘Everyone at some point must do so son. I myself was happy to have my first time. That was until I met yer mother.’ The fright on young Jack’s face was now replaced with confusion..