I am going to get cleaned up a bit and dressed then I will be home. If Candy gets home before I do, please help her with her butt.This is interesting... he thought to himself. “Hello, I’m home!” Candy yelled as she walked in the house. She was smiling broadly for being able to call this place home. “Oh, hi, Daddy! Where’s Miss?” she asked.“Well, she had an engagement this afternoon and she is not home yet,” he said as he scratched his head. “How was your day, baby?” Daddy asked. “It was. Melinda lets out moans of pleasure as she feels his thick shaft enter her. He is going so slow and pulling out so many times that every time he enters her, she almost cums. His thickness is like heaven to her and before long she can feel that he is so deep inside her that he manages to tickle her G spot with his head. His stokes are controlled as he starts to grind his pelvis against hers. Allowing her to feel the entire length and width of him moving inside her. Her toes curl at the sensation.. I tugged on them; something was holding them up. I tried to move my feet; something was keeping my ankles spread out similarly. The next thing that occurred to me was that there was light now; a dim, murky light. Familiar... then a picture came to my mind. The dungeon scene on Helen's television set. But if I was the one in the shackles here, then who...? A throat was cleared, and I looked to my left. It took me several moments to recognize the woman standing there as Helen. For one thing, she. He was mulling a visit to the old Lewis Sportsman Ranch when his cell phone began to ring. He punched the button on his steering wheel to answer."Sir, we've gotten complaints about you molesting the local cattle," the voice of his old friend, Bo Mason, echoed over the SUV's speakers."Officer," Scott replied, "I have the greatest respect for your mother." Bastard," Bo said, laughing. "Where are you?" About twenty minutes north of your birthplace, where are you?" Houston, but I'm heading west..