Daisy felt Tyrone start fondling her body again. He really seemed to enjoy feeling every part of her. “He must really think I’m sexy” Daisy thou...ht. Daisy had a hard time believing that this old Black man would think that she was sexy when there were so many sexy Black women that he could fuck. But clearly he enjoyed her body. Of course, it wasn’t her body any more, it was his. She had given her body to her Daddy. If felt so good to have a Daddy who loved her!Daisy thought about the Catholic. The cube was much smaller now that it had been melted across Lauren’s skin. He slowly and methodically rocked it back and forth under her white panties. She gasped and reflexively tried to close her legs as the ice slid carefully across her clit, Sending sensations of pleasure and icy pain through her pelvis. For the first time she realized that he wasn’t gripping her ankles, he had tied them to a spreader bar. She was constantly gasping and moaning as the cube slid back and forth across her. "No, best to let things lie as they are. You still love your husband, I'm sure, and while it's been a mental shock, it hasn't hurt you physically. You can respond to your husband and his love just as well as before, and of course, that's what counts in situations such as these." You... you really think so?" Trust me, Desirée," Helen said. She went on for a little while longer, soothingly and with confidence, instilling some reassurance back in the shattered wife, pouring a little more. It was more of a rescue than anything else. But the point was that they had been acting out their feelings, there in the same room. They had to have watched each other. Nick had fled, and Ronnie had been a basket case. Now, though, they were cool as cucumbers. A flag went up in his mind. He'd have to do some poking around. They weren't acting like most kids would act after something like that. And while all this was going on in his mind, he was driving too.But everything seemed normal while.