When Kylie's thank yous became pitiful sobs, Jack picked up her ruined panties and shoved them in her mouth before continuing his assault.?Stand up an... lean back? He ordered.When Kylie obeyed, Jack picked up the burnt stake with tongs and rubbed the still burning oil across his Thirteen year old daughters hard nipples and chest. He brought it down and rubbed it along her slit before dropping it on the dirty floor.?Pick it up you clumsy whore! And fuck yourself with it.??What??Jack slapped. Angie busied herself with gathering the food while Peter wheeled the BBQ cooker into place and fired up the charcoal. We sat outside, sheltered from the wind in the evening sun, nursing glasses of cold Australian Riesling.Later we sat sated, full of good food and fine wine. The conversation had flowed easily, but everyone had skirted round discussing their lifestyle until a pause gave Peter an opening to start to expound. “We’ve been naturalists for many years, we brought up our family in the. " Fucking hell you are seriously hot for your age! I mean I'm 32yo, I guessed you were a bit older, 40yo at the tops! You can pull in overthere." He pointed to a sandy parking area where dog-walkers and allotment holders left their cars, but on a grey October Wednesday it was almost deserted. " Just over there towards the back," he directed me, I drove into a space and stopped the car, " This OK?" I asked. " Just perfect," he replied. I felt his hand on my knee, " What do you think you are. Shopping’s a chore I abhor, so only I accompany my wife Penny when my work shifts allow. Although we drive for a monthly stock-up at the out of town hypermarket across the county line, and a weekly trolley-ful shop at the local supermarket, Penny walks down to the local supermarket every afternoon after work for bread, milk and fresh produce.On one particular day, while carrying the hand basket for Penny, I noticed a well-dressed but matronly figured woman shopping almost exclusively for booze..