My friend’s father stood up and grabbed hold of her. He spun her around and I got to see her incredible breasts sat nestled in her tight fitting bra... Michael stood behind her and grabbed hold of the front of her throat with his right hand pulling her towards him. He started kissing and biting her neck while his left hand plummeted into the front of her thong and started vigorously rubbing her clit. Whenever she tried to bend forward with pleasure he would pull her head back even further causing. The chain between the collar and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive breasts stick out enticingly. I ran my hands over them gleefully before turning her around and bending her over the bar., the padding fitting neatly against her waist. She supported herself on her forearms as I quickly re-attached the chains on her arms to the side of the bed. From my box of tricks I took out a couple of heavy duty Velcro straps and bound her ankles to the bed. " How could you do it? Tonight of all nights; did you really have to do it like that, at the anniversary party, in front of the family and everyone." I had no choice really Becky. They all need to know about the baby sometime." Bastard." Oh come on Becky, it isn't the baby's fault. These things happen in lots of families." I wasn't talking about the baby I was talking about him!" Ah yeah, well, I'll agree with you there." You've never really liked him have you?"The man nodded slightly."I've. I dragged his drained body up here, causing unknowable damage, gave him a sandwich when he woke up, then let him die on my couch. No, I have no medical training, and never tried to go get help. Why do you ask?"She looked back into the living room. She couldn't see him. Maybe he wasn't there anymore. Did the drugs cause delusions? Probably. They caused everything else.The irony of it sometimes got to her. Maybe it was irony. The exact definition sometimes escaped her, not helped by everyone.