Or should I change my plans? All I needed was evidence of her murderous behavior. I could probably just follow her hopping from one bed to the other, ...atch her red-handed, report it to the police and cash in the rewards. The only problem with that is that I would have to be a passive witness of a murder, or, if lucky, of an attempted murder. Despite all my flaws, it didn’t sit well with me. No, I would stick to my original plan. What a mess! There I was, in my bed, rationalizing the need to. Mom, Dad and I started chatting about family stuff. Just making lightweight conversation, as if none of this mattered to us. This visibly annoyed him so we kept it up. One thing Mom mentioned was that she'd gotten a text from Julia confirming that they'd be looking at houses tomorrow afternoon. Mom had nearly said "mansions", but erred on the side of discretion as there were too many people around us.I was wondering whether to call Julia when my cell started ringing. I'd given it to Dad to. "Hi there," I replied. "What's a pretty little thang like you doing out here this time of night?" He quit rubbing his bulge as he came closer to me. "Just looking to get into trouble I guess." I said flirtishly. "Oh, really? What kinda trouble you looking for?"Then I turned toward him at the end of the table and said, "Pull that cock out and I'll show you." Mmm, my kinda girl," he said as he began to undo his pants and pull his dick out. "You don't waste any time!" As he pulled his cock and. Waiting on your return my mind is going wild with ideas of what you could possibly do to me next. Soon after you leave you return for me. We walk into the back bedroom that I never knew existed until now. You push me into the room where I find a torture chamber with all kinds of random devices. “Now my little slut, pick your first torture.” Walking around the room checking out my options, in the corner I find a device I’ve only read about. The wooden horse. Standing next to the horse I turn.