I was trembling with desire for my daughter's young cunt. I roughly turned her to one side and began cupping her large buttocks through her petticoat....I began rubbing my swollen cock, on her fleshy buttocks, through her petticoat. My daughter understood, that there was no escape from me. She gradually stopped crying and struggling. She lay still, allowing me to fondle her tender body, as I wished.Then quietly she said, " OK Papa. You want to drink my milk, from my breasts Papa ? OK - Drink it.. .a very special surprise just for you...cause you deserve it. I mean a whole week without Denise and sex...we can't have that now can we?" Denise purred as she unbuckled his jeans and slid them down and began to rub his cock through his underwear.She quickly pulled the underwear down and began to suck his cock. She looked up as she deep throated the entire 8 inches as she took the cock all the way back to the base of her throat and then licked his balls. She then had him lie down on the bed.. The cellar was spacious and he had all kinds of sex-equipment standing around for usage of slaves.I was put on a low chair, my hands got tied behind the chair, my legs spread-eagled and cuffed left and right, exposing by testicles and hard dick for his enjoyment. Once fixed in this helpless position he clamped some heavy weights on my tits and walked away.He came back after a while with a can of beer in his hand and a burning cigar. By that time he was naked. He stood in front of me and ordered. No. A voice, small, yet of iron and steel, spoke quietly to my mind. No, you shall survive. You shall not kill yourself. Many a person handles harder problems than these. You shall simply... survive. And outlast these problems.And the slide's degree lessened. But... I still felt as if I was falling towards doom... just not quite as fast.=-=-=I walked along the waterfront, looking out and seeing the water stretch as far as my eye could see. I remembered this very spot... a few short days after.