It was as if he didn't have the intention of doing that. Like it came naturally."Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he said, putting his thumb and index fingers ...n his forehead, like pinching his eyebrows. "I didn't intend to. I used to do this to your mom. I just got carried away." Then he thought for a second and looked ashamed, "Christ, and I shouldn't have said that either."I kept looking at him, not knowing what to do or say. But, soon as he mentioned my mom, all the anger washed away."It's ok, dad.. Bond, helpless, and being used, I am filled with happiness. He continues pushing into me, pushing harder. I look at him, and I see his fangs glisten in the candle light. My breathing heavies more. I want to be able to moan, to express my fulfillment as he pushes into me harder and faster.Pushing harder and faster into me, I can feel that he is to cum. That he is enjoying the torture of me. Not even letting me moan, feel pleasure from him. He pushes harder; there is no more that he can push as I. Pain flashed through Carly’s brain like a short-circuit, but she didn’t move and didn’t make a sound. Smack, smack, first one, then the other of Carly’s breasts received a slap from Megan’s palm. There was silence in the room, everyone watching, enthralled, and starting to get hard again.Megan was behind Carly now. She reached around her with one arm and with the other she pulled Carly’s wrist behind her back and marched her to a table where she lay Carly down. She then began to rub her hands. Sometimes she forgets about this clever arrangement and tries to get up without returning her hands to their resting place on her tits first. Oh you should see her face twist in agony as the cables are pulled taut and yank on her nipples and clit. Kneeling at my side, she struggles to place the cup of steaming black coffee on the table edge. It is just a personal expression of style but I prefer classical furniture over this low, newfangled Japanese junk that is all the rage with the newly.