Nothing was on so I settled with an old movie. I was still too restless to sleep. Across the bottom of the TV screen a breaking news alert: Rapist a... large spotted near business parkway if you have any info… Then my power shut off. I looked out and through glass door I saw him. Staring at me. Just then my lights turned back on and my phone rang. Was I seeing things? There really was no way anyone could enter our house I barely could get in with complicated door lock codes.i checked my. Emma rolled away from her mother, onto her back. Jack could see how her tits were red and sore, he realised how hard he had gripped them.“I’m sorry baby,” he said, “l hurt you.”“It was beautiful Grandad,” Emma smiled up at him, “god you’re so big, it felt like l was being fucked by a horse.”“But your breasts,” he said, “they look bruised.”“Oh they’re alright,” she smiled, “a bit sore now, but l hardly felt it when you were fucking me, l could only focus on that cock of yours pummelling my. Picking her up like a rag doll, he places her on a table, and she breathes relieved, thinking this is over.Her relief is short lived however, as he grabs her leg and places it in a stirrup she did not see at the bottom of the short table, strapping it in. She tries to struggle but finds her muscles unwilling to comply, her earlier bondage has left her incapable to do so and he proceeds to strap the other leg up too, before grabbing her hands and cuffing them above her. She is left stretched and. It’s a lighthouse. It’s safety, the familiar.”I hoped that if I blathered on enough she’d not look at the card underneath the painting that said the exact same thing a thousand times more eloquently.“I’m not sure that’s true,” she countered. “To me the maroon is lust, it’s like a mist that descends, clouding everything out, and the yellow is the light, it’s the only way out.”She bit her lip, smiled naughtily and looked about to see that the security guard was out of earshot.“It’s an orgasm.”I.