She sat, sipping her coffee so it wouldn't get cold, staring at nothing, while her mind argued with itself.Bobby sat, sipping his coffee, watching her...Jeni had reached the point of personal abuse — berating herself for her suspicious nature on one hand and cursing herself for her trusting nature on the other. She was in deep trouble; she was imagining things. She had to escape; she wasn't a captive.Once again, it was Bobby who broke the silence and again the mundane ease of his query jarred. Her face lost the naughty smile it held a moment earlier. "Get in," she repeated, sultriness returning, mixed with an almost embarrassed kindness, as if suddenly conscious of how harsh she'd sounded. "The water's hot..." I swallowed. "Okay, I guess I can..." I trailed off and started to get into the tub. "Lose the boxers first, silly boy." I paused, brought my foot back to the floor and, to my own surprise, did as she told me. I looked deep into her blue eyes as I did it, maintaining eye. Pa rode in. Michelle was in her full black body suit a saddle on her back. As she climbed down the stairs on all fours like a panther the legless old pa sat above in the seat. Her stilettos were impossibly pointed giving her no way to stand her hands in skin tight rubber gloves. She had a harness and bit in her mouth. It was o-ring shaped allowing a cock size girth to enter. Her visor was closed and she had to fell her way along; Pa giving her directions until he reached the cellar floor.. Come on you mother fucker fuck.She said is this how you fuck debbie? That caught me off guard. But it was a turn on too.I slammed into her about 5 more times as violently as possible. Then pulled my cum soaked cock out of her. She squirted me again.I knew I couldn't last much longer. So I told her to get out of the truck. She said I can't. I grabbed her legs and pulled her out. She almost fell to the ground. I caught under her arms and spun her around. I bent her over the seat.I went down on my.