“I’m sorry, sis. Sir, I’m Kenneth Carlson Conroy.” Then with tears coming to his eyes he added, “I’m named after the man who saved Dad’s...life, my uncle, Ken Carlson.”Next was the beautiful girl who had been caddying with Sam earlier. She was another replica of her mother, lacking only the fullness of her breasts. “How do you do, sir?” she said. “I’m Katherine Carlson Conroy. And in Sam you’re getting the finest woman in the whole world. I love her desperately, as we all do. And that’s in full. I'm guessing he must be a pretty good fuck. Damn it, Jeanne, two nights ago you called me a fat, bald headed old man who could never possibly attract another woman. You talked about feeling old and ugly, how do you think I feel right now." I paused to take a breath and then I said, "No, Jeanne, I'm not coming home tonight so that we can make love. The way I feel right now, I don't think I'll ever be able to make love to you again." "Michael, No! Don't say that! You're reading this all wrong.". Whoever it was dragged her across the room and onto the bed. Her arm was pulled up toward the corner of the bed. She could feel a soft rope of some sort being wound around her wrist.She tried to lash out with her other arm, but it was pulled just as strongly toward the other corner of the bed. Soft rope soon enclosed that wrist as well.She tried to call out, but was unable to speak in more than a soft whisper. “Help, help,” she heard herself say softly and knew immediately the futility of such. And around her neck, Sandy wore a collar that clearly marked her as Mistress's slave.As Penny fought to remain in control, to resist the constant, powerful pull of the pendant, the symbolism of the situation was not lost on her – Sandy was to be a sacrifice. As the sybian continued to spur on Penny's desperate arousal, and as the thought of what all of this must look like to the audience, flooded her mind and body with erotic energy. Penny knew that all of this was to force her to make an.