I was getting lost in the feeling of her cunt.And that is when Daddy moved in behind me and took my cunt with a vengeance. I guess he could not stand ...o just sit back and watch anymore. He reached around with one hand and rubbed my clit as he fucked my little cunt. The impact from him fucking me was causing my fist to go even deeper inside my mother. I could see the lust written all over her face. She loved to watch Daddy fuck me. I knew that it would soon be her turn to take me with her strap. ”“Possibly. I know we don’t use them, but I think we can get some if needed.”“What do you have?”“Here? Not a lot. But we have a small variety. Mostly clubs and coshes of various types, some military issue knives, a few firearms.”“Anything special?”“Depends on your definition of ‘special’. Why?”“All we have are kitchen knives, which are good enough I guess, but not ideal, and some home-made garrottes. We had three pistols which were originally liberated from dead Iraqis back in oh-three.” He. He said "For you." I said "Thanks". I had no intention of drinking it. Carl must have seen the look on my face because he then said "You ain't leaving here until you've had it all! If you don't drink it, it will be going in your puss. Just think, this as all been stored right. So it should all still be fertile. So take a nice big drink now and tell us all how much you like it." I though if I have a choice I'll choose where it will be safest for me. I lifted the glass and took a small drink. I. The next note took her all the way upstairs to our bedroom to a painting that was hung on our wall. It is funny how we look at things each and every day but fail to actually look at it. Had she looked at the picture earlier more closely she would have noticed the note but to my luck she hadn’t so the game was not ruined. When she opened the note it lead her back down stairs to another gift under the tree that was hidden in the back. It was a big box that I knew would lead her to think this was.