Again, I felt another surge of sexual energy. I was about to use my own daughter as a sexual plaything, a task no mother should consider about her ow... daughter. “Are you wet”, I asked, “is you cunt dripping with desire”, I whispered in her ear. My hands held the table on either side of my daughter, as my body leaned forward, her head resting between my 38C breasts. I had her pinned.“Yes mommy”, she said, her breaths ragged.I slapped her arm, playfully, not enough to hurt her, but to tech. He was still trapped under the covers where he’d spent the entire night roasting in his sweaty latex prison. The hot and sticky gimp suit had become a second skin, glued to his entire body and immobilizing him just below Rebecca’s pungent sex. She had woken several times and put his tongue to work; enjoying orgasms throughout the night before drifting off to sadistic dreams of even more kinky play.The soreness pulsing in Zack’s arms was brutal. They had been locked in the cruel leather arm. The older woman may have gone into shock at the start. Her wrists are not as raw.”“She had been used longer suggesting they continued to use her after her daughter died. The man who cut her throat did the torturing. His cuts were not aimed to kill but to cause pain and elicit a response from her. I believe he was also the last to use her as his scent is strongest on both women.”We all spun around when Smithy exclaimed violently, “The bastard! What the fuck is wrong with that man?”He was looking. Very new vibrations are generating in me.” She smiled and replied: “Thank you for the compliments,” and also asked me, “By the way what kind of vibrations are generating in you?”I said, “Sometimes a touch can give you better expression than words.” I took her hand and kept it on my heart told to observe. Her hand was very soft and smooth and I really wanted to have it for some time there. She was actually not ready for that my action and immediately she took back her hand.She was little nervous.