When he drops the switch finally the only sound is his breathing and my sobbing. I flinch as he runs his hands over my welted skin. He presses the plu... slightly in, and I moan with pleasure, the counterpoint to the pain in my angry, hot flesh. Daddy places my hands on the wall and grasps the base of the plug. I have squeezed it so hard inside me I need to relax so it can be extracted. “Give,” he moans. I push and in one easy movement, he removes the plug and presses his throbbing cock inside. “I really do, Ben. I love you. Bink loves you.”“And Mom and Sara probably love you, too,” Bink said, sandwiching him between us. She and I held hands.Ben’s trapped. Happily trapped. Dependably trapped. It’s where he was destined to be, even from the early days when I was a toddler and I recognized my uncle as somebody who understood me like no other.After that horrible accident that tossed me forever into Ben’s care (and him into mine, you know) I thought that the subsequent inclusion of Bink,. I think that’s worth a couple of bonus points for in-class work, don’t you, Mister Swift?”He grins, “I keep telling the students to watch the client to work out what they really want, but aren’t expressing well through either lack of knowledge to state it, or because they’re hiding it. If it’s not too much, what else is dependent upon this proposal? I know the students won’t say anything to anyone, as it means a failure if they do. Confidentiality is a big thing in this industry.”I grin. “OK.. Once more bounding upstairs he walked into their bedroom to find it smelt like a Turkish brothel with the heavy essence of sweaty stale sex permeating the air; his whorish wife lay naked on the bed her legs wide open and her cunt still gaping open from its latest cock to fill it.Quickly stripping off his clothes as Abbey told him that her last lover was fantastic; it turned out that he had seen her discrete advert in the shop window on the other side of town and had phoned saying he was in the.