?Good. Now, finish watching the tape. Once it is finished, check your private email account.? ?What?? ?I will not repeat my commands. ...Goodbye, Janine.? I stood frozen holding the phone against my ear as the phone went dead. On the screen, the man was ramming his cock into my daughter as she screamed and cried beneath her gag. I wanted to run to the bathroom, to cry for the cruelty of their scheme, but my belief in the mysterious man’s words drew me closer to the. My wife has her hand in his crotch while he is checking me out. The bulge in his pants was getting quite large. She is rubbing it and he is groaning. She says “we should let it out.” She tells me to get on my knees in front of him. He stands and I start rubbing the huge bulge, it is very long. I undo his belt and then his pants, and slowly take the zipper down. Then, I slowly pull his pants down; my wife has her arm around his waist and he is looking down at me with a smile. Our eyes are locked. .finger isn’t close to being enough, she adds another finger and penetrates herself, in and out, feeling inside herself every time, finding new areas to explore, tease and caress, longing for the sensation and stimulation she feels from her clit, her other hand leaves her breast, knowing the sensitivity of her clit from before she is tentative, she rubs her finger gently round her clit again, still penetrating herself below, although firm and deeper, her body tenses as she prepares to touch a. Begging the world to end. The pain to stop. Bargaining the darkness with my last breath for time to roll back to those early months when Mom could have been cured. ‘You liar. You miserable liar.’ I muttered think of my father’s words. Inoperable? Today? With what modern medicine can do? ‘Liar. LIAR!’ Sitting there long into the night, on that hard bench, I was ignored by passersby. With buses appearing and driving off leaving me clouded in dark exhaust fumes, I was ignored by the numerous.