When he died, Father took over the business. He met Mama in Europe somewhere and they always lived there. When we were born, not that we remember it, ...e were always shuttling between the French Riviera, Biarritz, places like that. Mama died in a skiing accident, somewhere, when we were very young." Father is a successful business person. He is nice to us and everything; when he's in the country, he's always taking us to places like Disneyworld, SeaWorld and places like that but that is maybe. He had been probing. "Text me when you'rethere OK?"He looked sharply at me. "Michael wouldn't have asked that Sara. Let'sget out of here, you first."We exited the bar, him following me, my heels clicking on the Lobbystone.I turned about abruptly, he was looking at my ass!Smiling slyly he said, "Do we shake or hug now Sara?"I hugged him and his hand touched my bum. I pushed it away. "No Bill,that isn't how we'll handle saying goodbye."He waved as he stepped out the door.Back in my room I. Big mistake. First, all that came out was a muffled sound because somekind of ball gag had been shoved into my mouth. Also, that lower octavetriggered the collar and sent an electric shock that sent my body into aconvulsion for a few seconds. Wally probably hadn't even seen the collarunderneath the dress. But now I even had to plead through the gag with afalsetto voice. My bonds were very secure. Wally finally wandered into the room and satdown on the bed beside me. He started stroking. He grabbed me like a fruit, squeezed, pulled the hairs of the vagina... Stretched. AAaiiiii!! I lifted my legs, I held my knees. I was beautiful, beautiful, but I was really a whore, ready tô be eaten.He helped me tô hold one of the thighs and the other hand found my the clit, joked around, not very good, yet that was incredible, even more that it was my husband's son.- Tiago, Tiaagooooooooo!!!!!!The fingers came in, rubbing me from the inside, waving my lips.- Son of a bitchhhhh!I told tô.