I left on my camisole and my jammie bottoms. Daddy had given me 500 lines to write: I will be efficient and thorough in my work. While I hated writing...lines, I loved having an assignment from Daddy and when I wrote lines I inevitably had to change my panties before I was halfway done. I shuffled into the living room and logged on as Daddy had told me. His words were just as bright as his voice had been. "Hi, Baby. I'm sorry I can't be there to watch you do your punishment lines, but I installed. This was hot. She was across the room, sitting looking into a large mirror, working her makeup. Her back was to me, but she looked up at me in her mirror. She wore a loose cami over a black strappy sheer body suit with a thong back peeping above her skin tight ripped jeans. She turned and looked at me. Her eyeshaddow was a touch of crystal into pink blazing into purple to a razor sharp pointed black cat eye. Her light green eyes pierced through the thick sexy blaze of makeup. She smiled. She. But how do you break free when you don’t have any money, when you’re almost always under surveillance and when you can’t trust anyone, except perhaps your three closest friends, the only real ones you have, who will no longer be your friends after your husband has destroyed them as he has promised he can and will? I carefully eased myself out of bed, trying not to upset the ribs on my right side that hurt from that single strong blow to them the night before. Still, I was glad that he had only. Greg had gotten up a video of a college dorm sex party where they were all fucking and sucking and licking all over the place. Guys fucking girls, girls sucking guys, girls licking girls, girls doing both, it was wild.Sierra leaned over to me and whispered, "God, am I wet. This is so fucking hot," and I said back, "Me, too, my pussy is sopping."Then Greg unzipped his fly and wrangled his dick out and began stroking it. I had measured it just a few weeks before after I'd sucked him for about.