Once I am in bed, I can't get the image of Anna riding the spit out of my mind. Even though the thought of watching my daughter ride the spit is erot...c, I am determined to find a way to talk her out of it, deciding that we will punish her tits and pussy severely until she changes her mind, or reaches her 21st birthday. Oddly, the thought of torturing my daughter's tits and pussy makes my pussy wet, but I refuse to give it the orgasm that it is begging for. The next morning, over breakfast, I. She was not to be alone, as Jodie, the girl from Scotland, had also opted to stay in. With the house to themselves they had initially sat watching TV in the living room. Flicking between the channels with the remote control Jodie let out a laboured sigh. "Sodding typical. Control of the box and nothing worth watching."Heena looked across at her, "Maybe we could put a CD on, open a bottle of wine, and unwind?" She suggested in an attempt to be sociable."Sure." Agreed Jodie. Then she delved under. Two interrogators entered the room from opposite doors at the same time, disorienting Samantha, who jerked upright and tried to figure out what was happening. The team, one male, the other female, gave her no time to think, but launched into a loud, demanding, almost violent series of questions. They came so fast, that they never left her time to answer. Clearly the strategy was to get her so off balance she would speak the truth out of confusion.It worked pretty darn well."Who approached you. Bags and removed them from Don. The tormentor told him that his first session was completed, and that tomorrow Morning he would get #2, then on Sunday, number 3 would finish the sessions needed for now. He redressed, and with him, they walked to the barn to check on the ladies. Don told the tormentor that he had a strange feeling of growing in his groin. The tormentor told him that he was correct, his testicles would double in size shortly, and that his cock would follow over the next few days..