The silent routine of the office was only broken once each hour when Amy checked the time, stood up, and bent over Burnside’s desk. Burnside then st...od up, laid her two strokes across Amy’s bottom, and then they both sat back down to continue their work. Every hour two new stripes of pain marked Amy’s bottom, two new sources of discomfort for her as she pressed into her seat. By the time it was dark outside Amy barely could sit down. It was becoming harder and harder for her not to cry. At 7:00. .. but I was mistaken. When I heard footsteps approaching slowly I could tell it was her. I was in the middle of the room facing the fireplace. I was on my knees, face down and ass up. I had on my collar and leash holding the leash in my teeth, ready to give it to her. I had my wrist and ankle restraints on and my hands were behind my back. I was naked except for the collar and restraints. There were the assortment of blindfold's, rope's, paddle's, whip's, dildo's, chains, nipple clamps,. “Honey, are you alright?” asked my mother.I drank some water and got myself under control. “I’m fine, sorry.”She put her hand on my forehead. “You are a bit hot, maybe you are running a fever.”“No, mom I’m fine. May I be excused?”“Sure, go and lie down,” said my father.On my way to my room, I had an image in my mind of my mother sucking dad’s cock -- and it wouldn’t go away. It was a horrible and, at the same time, exciting. I had never thought about my parents' sex life. It wasn’t something. J."Beth couldn't keep the anger out of her voice. I don't know what sort of look was on my face when I glanced at the angels in the backseat through the rear view mirror, but it apparently belied my emotions."No, not them," she said. "I'd have been the one in jail, not him. You wouldn't have gotten the chance to kill him."I was thankful her children had been spared, but it didn't make anything better for the others."I was already in Lexington," she said. "Last week, I was contacted by the FBI..