Daddy walked to the plain, wooden door. I had never once been passed it. I always thought it was were Daddy did crafts or something. And sometimes he ...nd Mom would disappear into there for hours. Now I understood after googling the internet.It was a BDSM dungeon.The door opened onto a dark room. Daddy stepped in and flicked on a light. It didn't get much brighter. The walls were black and different from the bare, mortared cinder blocks of the rest of the basement. It was made of a spongy. Later he had advised her to come to England to me and had put her in the care of a returning missionary the Rev Hapgood missionary returning to England after several years. On arrival in England, the Rev Hapgood decided to travel ahead to advise me of her return, while a friendly lady helped her buy a few clothes, and saw her safely on the stage coach with instructions to the driver.I sat in silence as she told me her story, becoming even more enraged as it unfolded. It was then that Jenny's. Neha – Thats fine .I poured oil on her back and started giving her massage than i moved all over her body and my touches were giving neha goose bumps and now i knew she wanted more ….Neha – can you please massage my internal private parts .Me – Sure madam.I applied oil on my fingers and slid them in her panties and started to rub her clits softly and she moaned aah a little and bited her juicy lips and than i slid 1 finger in her pussy and she moaned wowww man aahhhhh and from my other hand i. With each hunch of his monstrous toll I grunted 'UH,' with each grind of that massive penile glans I moaned 'HHUUUHHH.' Daniel said let me hear you call me, come on say it, say get it baby, say it bitch!' 'UH, get HHUUuHHH, it UH, baby HHUUUHHH,' I gasped through shallow breaths. Daniel was working his body in such a fucking frenzy that we both were drenched in sweat. I don't know if I surrendered or just gave in to lust but I suddenly realized that I was trying to grind back into Daniels mid.