"Oh dear God in heaven. No! No! Please not now," I pray silently. I try to step back some but she grips me tighter and won't release me. As upset as ...he is, I don't want to cause her more grief so I'm trying to will my cock to not throb. I want to get myself under control so that I can give my daughter comfort like any upstanding and decent father. No sooner than I try to accomplish that insurmountable feat, I feel Marah start to place tiny wet kisses on my chest. Her lips feel silky on my. In any sensibly run outfit all the women would be wearing goggles and heavy reinforced footwear. But there was nothing sensible about the situation she was in and would be in for ever. The idea behind all this was clearly to punish and humiliate. There were hundreds of more efficient ways of getting at the ore. The brain behind this was one that hated women, especially white women. And she thought she knew who he was!She was amazed at how calmly she had come to accept her fate. It was even. The distant sound of the piped in instrumental version of "Send In The Clowns" fills 30-foot by 60-foot room without windows. An intricate mural is painted on the long wall, with images of historical moments in aviation history. It is beautifully illuminated by a modern low voltage suspended cable track lighting system. There is a very well stocked wet bar at one end and a partition at the opposite end of the room. Overstuffed red velvet sectional is in the center of the room with modern black. Her long black wool coat swept over her curving thighs to past her knees, meeting her high 'fuck me' boots. If anyone saw her leg they just caught a flash of the red stockings worn as a concession to the cold. A light snow fell, settling on her cloche hat and the faux fur collar that wreathed her face in a soft warmth. The coat swayed as she walked, the lining brushing against her bare bottom creating a delicious thrill. Her naked breasts pushed against the front of her coat. Her bare nipples.