After some more time at the beach we were all so tired from the day’s activity, even my kids didn’t object when suggested that we go have dinner a... it was getting late. It got pretty dark soon and since it was a small hamlet there were only a few street lights and there were no fancy neon lights or bright lights of the malls and supermarkets. It was pitch dark and the ocean which was only a few meters away, could only be heard, not seen. After dinner the kids stayed with “Thaatha/Paatty”. "Now strip, whore."Stiffly, Marty climbed to his feet. He pulled off his tie, then his shirt and undershirt. He looked away from Roger in shame as he started to unbutton his pants, until Roger piped up. "I told you never to take your eyes off me. For that, I want you to dance for me as you strip."Marty was shocked, but at this point couldn't really even think to protest. Awkwardly, he began to dance, undulating his hips obscenely as he dropped his pants, then his boxers, revealing his own. "Trust. She had spoken to him about trust many times recently. Usually, when she spoke of trust, it was to remind him not to say anything to anyone, and not to try to exceed her limits. He wondered if what she was calling trust was only her way of demanding his absolute obedience. He wasn't sure that anyone could meet such an exacting standard as total obedience. He loved both of his parents, but he wasn't always able to obey them, absolutely."I know, and I'm sorry that I ruined it. If I could. “Ready the stocks.” Krista walked over to my wall of accessories and whipped the black satin cloth off of a set of wooden stocks. She dragged them over to me and opened them. I grabbed the frightened Marina and set her head and wrists in the openings, then locked the apparatus closed. Her firm buttocks and virgin hole were ripe for my taking. “Now let's see how fragile that pretty neck is.” Without regard for her pleasure I viciously penetrated her lips and her maidenhead. A trickle of blood.