Kelly kept stroking her mother's asshole. Emily kept moaning, louder and louder. Kelly pushed one finger into her mother's asshole, she could feel her...mother closing up all around her finger. She the began pumping her one finger in and out of her mother's asshole. Kelly then pushed her middle finger into her mother's ass, and resumed pumping her fingers in and out. Emily was screaming by now. Kelly reached her other hand up to her mother's pussy and rubbed her clit. Emily was in ecstasy. As. Dan was due home in ninety minutes, and a daughter, bound and wearing stockings, would be a little more than he, or I to be honest, could bear right then.I strode up to my daughter's closed bedroom door and knocked lightly."Jessica, may I come in?î My voice was nothing if not calm and polite - a ruse, mind you, but a necessary one.Nothing."Please, honey. I'm not mad anymore." Which was not completely true, but I told myself that I had to calm down if I was to get through the next few minutes. And Sally and Janey and Nicole. And the 33 other lost souls that were buried in Gary's basement along with Miki. And the countless others who had not yet been discovered. And so on. And so on.We were all crying when I was done. Janey hadn't realized my doing this was not up for debate or discussion. I think she was sufficiently chastised by the time we were done. I had not tried to hide this from them. I was trying to protect them and they all understood a little of the weight I had been. Be that as it may, there were still places where road agents could catch even the most observant traveler with his pants down. Come to think of it, why didn’t road agents lurk near where travelers were likely to stop long enough to piss or crap? That looked to me to be a good idea, and I filed it away in my memory bank for later consideration.What prompted that thought was that I needed to piss, and I was coming up upon a likely place to do that in relative privacy. I couldn’t help wondering if.