A little later she was spending way too much time on a detail and I asked her to move on so we could finish the focal point before quitting time. The ...hird time I turned to correct something she was doing, she laid her paintbrush down and left. Shit! I kept painting, but then kept having to go back and re-do things I had already done. By five when I told everyone to clean-up, I was tired and pissed. A few of us had been working on focal points but nearly everyone else was doing field work which. Then shesaid " I don't know who's who, but the cops can sort this out! So grabthe fake until they get here" and she went for the kitchen phone andstarted dialing 911.Dad grabbed at me, and tore off the pajama top.Underneath were the long johns, with the mask sitting on top as obviousas anything.He was tugging at me, trying to restrain me.I ran into the living room, and grabbed his ashtray and whacked him overthe head with it. Down he went in a heap. "Sorry Dad, I hope you're notdead" I. .."Melinda abruptly stopped as Heather's hand played along the insides of Melinda's thighs. Melinda panted hard, sliding her feet apart, silently begging for her pussy to be touched."Should I take you now?" Heather asked.Melinda forced herself not to reply, for she knew what answer she would give.Heather smiled and withdrew her hand. "Go take your shower, baby sis. I'll let you calm down. We'll let the rest wait until later."Melinda just nodded and retreated into the bathroom.She tried. A hard deep thrust, my hands alternating between butt cheeks as I slapped them mercilessly, my hands were stinging so her butt must have been in real pain. It was such a strange situation to be administering this painful punishment on my captor rather than it be the other way around. As I continued my onslaught mistress was now fucking belle’s pussy with three of her fingers as belle orgasmed again mistress pushed two fingers into belle’s ass without any prior relaxing or lubricating causing.