“What the fuck is going on?” I asked myself. I took a few minutes to calm down, not that it really worked. My mind tried to make sense of everythi...g but I was too fuelled by adrenaline. I paced back and forth, trying to find a way out of my predicament. What was going to happen? Why did I have to handcuff Sam to the sink? How were we going to break up? My phone buzzed. I pulled it out quickly and saw a message from Mr. Barker.Hurry up.I was so confused but I feared upsetting him. I put my phone. He moved in front of her, letting the cool breeze from the window unit wash over him. His left hand moved behind her neck and his fingers crawled into her streaked blonde curls. He grabbed a handful and pulled back hard, bringing tears to his pain-slut wife’s dark blues eyes. He picked up his stiffening six-inch prick and slapped her cheeks repeatedly, punctuating everything that came out of his mouth. ‘Don’t I give you want you need, slut?’ ‘Don’t I let you play your games whenever you want?’. I stood up, shaking out my hair, and pushing the door behind her.“Then why aren’t you in uniform?” She was wearing one of Courtney’s tank tops. It hung low on Tiffany’s front blasting her tits all over the place. Cute bra though, “I believe you’re working.”“I am, I mean, I will, I--” She was whipping around.“Raena sat them at table fourteen,” I put my hand on her Tiffany’s shoulder. “She wasn’t even supposed to be in today so she’s a bit snappish. Go take her place. You have a promise to. ”“No, I prefer my slutty wives filled with lots of cum.”“So you can lick my pussy clean afterwards?”“Possibly, if you’re bad enough for me.”Dan looked at his beautiful blue-eyed blonde haired daughter. Her robe barely covered her full breasts and the side slit showed the soft skin up her inner upper thigh. Her mid-twenties body mirrored that of her deceased mother. Looking at Cathy, you’d never know she’d had two children and a third on the way.Dan let Cathy lead the way through Barney’s so he.