Just praying that I rape you and be done with you so you can end this nightmare. You listen and you hear my feet wander up the stairs followed by a h...avy door closing. You shiver a little in the cold air. You fight against your restraints holding your hands to the bed. Nothing. You're stuck there. How long have you been laying there? Minutes? Hours? You're not sure. But you know I'll be back at some point and you hope it will be done quickly. Suddenly you hear someone talking in the. That noise was the sound of Elena taking in a deep gasp of air. I turned around quickly and saw that my wife was now on top of my dad and they were both naked. I had a flashback to when I first saw her sleepwalking and she was in a position almost identical to this. But this time she was awake and willingly about to impale herself on another man’s cock. Elena was holding onto a bar that was placed above the headboard. I watched on as my wife rubbed her pussy up and down over the underside of. I got a blanket to cover her up and left her on the sofa to sleep it off. Ian got dressed. “Will you tell her?” he asked “I don’t know, maybe I’ll not tell her, maybe I’ll tell her what really happened. Who knows?” Then I had a thought. I went to the cupboard and brought out an indelible Marker and handed it to Ian“You had better sign your handiwork.” I told him.He took the pen and wrote ‘YOU ARE A FANTASTIC FUCK! THANKS FOR THE RIDE LOVE IAN XXX’ at the top of her thigh “It was a good fuck. Hurtling down the last flight of stairs, she sped into the downstairs drawing room and yanked on the bell. ‘My lady?’ When Stevens, the butler, appeared, one frantic hair-patting, dress-righting, breath-steadying minute later, Sophie was seated with some long forgotten needle work. She looked up, trying her best to appear as if she always sat sewing in a room she’d once described to Cole as a worse than a tomb, tombs weren’t usually painted salmon pink and hung with dyspeptic looking ancestors..