She did as instructed and Ken snapped pictures with his three year olddigital camera.Dishes to bending over at the oven to mopping the floor wiping th...counter."I got one," Brad said as she opened the refrigerator she took out themilk, "ready?"As Brad drank from the cartoon she spilled some down her cheeks,lowering the cartoon a moment later then looked at the camera as she leta little she had in her mouth leak from her lips. Ken snapped threepictures then felt something he had hoped would not. I tried to startle myself awake as my soft sensual dream erupted into a nightmare. "Fucking slut, you like when daddy talks to you like that, huh? WHORE!" it was yelled this time. I felt myself try to pull away. The words spewed out at me like they unfurled from the clutches of those hands. They pressed into my ears and I felt ashamed, and frightened yet aroused.I opened my eyes trying to adjust them to the darkened room, I went to sit up but couldnt. Handcuffs restrained me and a collar. " I'm thinking to myself that any man who didn't notice was an idiot.We walked and talked to her breaker box where she held my flashlight for me while I checked it. "Looks fine ma'am". As I closed the box my right hand grazed her full breast and I couldn't help notice her nipple was very hard. "Oh, excuse me ma'am, I didn't mean to bump you". She looked at me and tenderly smiled, reached out and took my hand and softly said, "If you don't stop calling me "Ma'am", we're are never going to get. Here we are, my husband fucking the shit out of me- finally- and me getting to cum for him while he's on the clock! He bangs me for at least ten minutes, ravaging my cunt with his raging cock. I feel like he’s going to split me in half, and just as I begin to cum again, he sprays his warm milky semen into what feels like my stomach. He keeps the baton in me just for torture, and asks again if I like being his dirty street whore. I nod, out of breath and oozing, hands still cuffed above my head..