" That's not the same." What if I make it a point to come for dinner every Tuesday?"There was no response for a couple of minutes. "Her too?"I laughed... thinking at how excited Cynthia had been to be invited to have dinner with my parents. "I'm afraid you're stuck with her too, Suz." If that's the way it's going to be," Suzanne said, accepting my terms.We returned to the dining room to find John and Cynthia involved in a quiet conversation. I didn't find out what they were talking about until we. Then he turned the shower on, I just stood there while he soaped me, he was gentle, not trying to hurt me now, tenderly washing the filth from my sore, damaged body, washing my hair clean, my face, my tender bruised body, rinsing me with a soft sponge, the soapy water soothing. then he was patting me dry, with a soft fluffy towel, careful on my bruised tender breasts, and between my legs. he led me naked to a warm bedroom, lay me down gently onto crisp cotton sheets, and for the first time,. He motioned to her to start jerking it up and down. She kind of just held it in her hands, looking a bit terrified. But when her friends all cheered, she got up her nerve and started to jerk this guy off. If they thought it was big before, it had now grown another couple inches, in length and width. I flipped on my other two cameras to check the angles. One was out of view. One of her friends had set her purse in front of it. The other was a great view from the end of the bar. I could see. He seemed to be a bit red in the face."May I?" I asked the florid man, who quickly took his hand away from his bulging groin but not before I saw that he had been stroking himself."Of course," he said, drawing deeply on his long clay pipe and sitting up straighter.I grasped her round, smooth buttocks and pulled her to me, back onto my raging pike. She made a very small noise in her throat and then looked at me with fright. I rammed my still-hard spear up into her clinging passage and gave her.