Clegg wasn't sure why he hadn't noticed it before. The bright red enamel shone like a beacon. Then he realised. When he had left the room it must have...been face down, its gold, engraved face lying upwards. Ilsa had obviously moved it for some reason. As he lifted the glass of champagne towards his lips he suddenly realised why. He looked across at Ilsa and saw her watching him closely.He threw the champagne in her face. She yelled, falling back on the bed. Clegg dived for his jacket, wresting. I only wish I had a video camera so I could watch my daughter get impaled by that log over and over again. The man began to long-dick Sissy. He pulled out and thrust in over and over, while his wife whisper words of encouragement to them both, one hand holding Sissy’s ankles in the air, the other working her clit. I saw her cum at least twice, and saw my daughter shudder more than once. Sissy was a squirter just like me, but that pole was blocking any of her sweat cum from shooting out. . "f******n years ago, I was screaming obscenities at your father and beating him with my fists." What's changed?" I asked.She laughed. "Nothing much." She placed her hand back on my forearm and rubbed it slowly up and down. Her hand left my forearm for my hair, which she ran her fingers through gently. "I just wish you hadn't found those damned pictures of me. It's amazing you haven't grown up a schizophrenic." "Who says I haven't?" I asked.She laughed lightly. "It would explain a lot."She got. ” What the hell are they talking about? Lexie walks up to my mother and to my complete and utter shock, pulls her into a kiss. Her hand wraps around my mother’s waist before sliding down to give her ass a squeeze. What the hell is going on? After a long moment of my mother being groped by Ms. Davenport, they finally break apart. “You’ve always been such a good pet, Veronica. My most loyal slave. Now, what should we do about that son of yours?” “He should be punished, there is no doubt about.