I had bound her wrists to the pole that masqueraded as a support beam in my bedroom. Her hourglass figure trembled slightly in anticipation. She s...id she was fat, I thought she was the epitome of womanly curves; one day I intended to win the argument on that one too. I ordered her to close her eyes. She giggled that I’d given her a command. I said nothing and merely waited. Finally the giggling ceased and she acquiesced. Let the games begin! Running the deer skin flogger over. “Good girl.” She was shocked to feel herself become happy, proud of herself for doing it right. She pushed the feeling away and weeped.“Here,” someone said. She heard a drawer open again and something being lifted out of it. “It's time for this.” Another man straddled her face and another made himself comfortable in between her legs. She opened her mouth to the waiting cock he shoved it into her mouth, thrusting in and out. She choked a few times and waited for the other dick to penetrate. Just an old brass New York City subway token. Pretty beat-up looking, too, with spots of corrosion and green crud. No, it couldn't be that token, not hardly, but still, it was a token. Dave paid the buck fifty the old geezer behind the counter wanted for it.Sheeit! The guys would laugh their asses off if they found out. Yeah, he'd really been taken for a ride on that one. Paying good money for a magic token. Oh, well, a fellow could dream, couldn't he?Speaking of dreaming... well, why not put. Here, let me take him into the house and he can recuperate while we talk."The ethereal being who once was her father, bent down and held out his arms to Christine. She allowed the angel to take her husband's limp form into his arms and she smiled tremulously."You promise me that no further harm shall come to him? I could not bare it if something were to happen to him."She unconsciously bit her lower lip and twisted one of her curls around her finger. The angel smiled."Christine, I promise."He.