I turned a few shades of red and answered them truthfully. Somehow they talked me into allowing them to tie me across the table. My legs were spread a...d tied to the table legs. My arms were tied to the other two table legs. My face and head hung over one side of the table while my cock and balls hung over the other side. My ass was sticking up in the air as these two women stroked my bound body. They talked to me in a very caring and loving tone. It was as though they really and truly cared. It wasnot really sexual in my mind, just a way to show my dadI loved him lots. He was taken aback, but to mysurprised, after a few seconds, he kissed me backpassionately in one of the sexiest and best kisses I’dever had. That’s when it really started. After that, me and my dad started talking more, andholding hands sometimes, but we kept that dad-daughterdynamic still. Even when, eventually, he took myvirginity, before I turned 15, and we kept fucking, itwas more for relief and fun. It’s a book about personal liberation, about debunking hypocrisy, being yourself, living for the day—““Pah. We don’t need any more evil in the world. Or suffering.” She then added: “I really don’t know you at all, do I?”I then got a bit cross which I know I shouldn’t have and said, “Look Marion, you’ve been totally loyal to God and how has he rewarded you? A drunken violent bastard of a husband and a God who has selected you to not only suffer from cancer but to suffer from the fear of the. . I didn't do anything," Tom protested, although his red facebetrayed him"Well it wasn't mom and it certainly wasn't me who popped the clasp. Thatonly leaves one person." Karen glared at her older brother."I... I didn't do it," Tom said weakly but he realized Karen knew thetruth. "Oh jeez... Don't tell anybody. Please?"Karen kept a stern look on her face but inwardly she was smiling. For onceshe had the upper hand with her older brother."Well don't do it anymore. I don't know why you want to.