Oh, my God! What has come over me?" As he asked that latter question, Randolph Anderson was pulling his clothes off as fast as he could move. Joline h...d kicked off the bed covers and pulled up her gown until the hem was around her shoulders. She was not wearing panties or anything else under the gown, so she was ready as soon as her father had his clothes off.He was moving so frantically that she had to help him line up his monstrous cock so that it was pointing at the proper place on her. As she put on the waist belt she tightened it as much as it would go (the belt hole at that point was well worn from previous usage), lined up the roller buckle with the closest hole, slipped a padlock through both holes and snapped it shut. There was finality to the sound of the padlock latching. She knew it would be quite some time before it was unlocked again. She paused to take a few laboured breaths. The belt was really tight! But it would undoubtedly feel even tighter before she was done.. Now she could only think of the satisfaction she desired, and of all that was forbidden to her. She could only long for the ultimate climax that was so close, and yet so far away. It would only take one touch of her fingertips upon the swollen bud of her clit peeping between the wet splayed lips of her pussy, or the firm caress of her palms across her heavy firm tits and achingly erect nipples, to take her over the edge of the precipice upon which she lingered; but then the game would be lost. It was just a stupid white business card. It wasn't doing anything to her. She was doing it to herself."Stop it!", Claire shouted. Getting angry seemed to help. She knew she had to call the number. The shot of adrenalin provided the necessary resolve. It was the only way to take back control of her life. She didn't have to subscribe to or purchase whatever it was. What she needed was a confrontation with these people. She would tell these people what she thought of them. She dialed the.