I heard her tell Dad that her life is ruined.”“I have no sympathy for her,” I said. “I feel bad for Dad, though.”“He’s doing fine,” St...phanie said. “He’s upset about what happened to Jeff, but he also knows that Jeff made his own choices. He’s worried about how Mom is taking it, obviously.”“He told me he loves her, and I’m sure he does. He’s in a really tough spot, one that I hope I’ll never ever be in. I’m just afraid that Mom is going to lose it, and that’s going to hurt Dad pretty. Now the reverend informed everyone they were going to form a daisy chain, male to female with each person sucking the genitals of the person in front, he would then decide who he was going to fuck next and would join in at that point without breaking the chain. What the reverend did not know was that this time someone had been a little lax and had not locked the basement door; because in the shadows of the basement Samantha Deacons now watched the action unfolding.Her initial reaction was one. She was brought up and revived. She started to cry begging for them to stop. It didn’t, it went on for fifteen more minutes. The girls were enjoying watching the new slave almost drown over and over again but they wanted to get at her themselves as they had a score to settle. Finally it came to an end and “The Toy” was returned to the side of the pool and told to relax for a few minutes, it was lunchtime. The men retired to the house and food was delivered to the girls as they sat by the pool.. Thus far, his adaptability and open-mindedness had been mindboggling. My earlier apprehension had been totally uncalled for. It was clear that Erik’s confession a few weeks before about his total sex obsession had no boundaries, which pleased me enormously.As we consumed two beers at the bar our chitchat was light-hearted. During our visit to the bar, a very butch tattooed looking thug sat down at the end of the counter behind Erik, who sat facing me. He looked like an alpha labourer. His name.