I tried to startle myself awake as my soft sensual dream erupted into a nightmare. "Fucking slut, you like when daddy talks to you like that, huh? WHO...E!" it was yelled this time. I felt myself try to pull away. The words spewed out at me like they unfurled from the clutches of those hands. They pressed into my ears and I felt ashamed, and frightened yet aroused.I opened my eyes trying to adjust them to the darkened room, I went to sit up but couldnt. Handcuffs restrained me and a collar. He saw an astonishingly beautiful woman looming above him. Her hair was very dark brown and long enough to almost cover her large breasts. Her skin was tanned except for two triangular patches over her nipples. Which were erect. She was looking down. He noticed that his legs were being held up in the air by her hands around his ankles. Delicate, feminine hands. He knew he could break free at any moment, but something told him to wait. He felt the prodding connect below his line of. Every single kitchen knife was given a story -- some even had a bit of fresh chicken blood on the handle -- the direct evidence linking the item to the crime was found in the hidden closet -- so he said.Finally came the items taken off the body at the scene. A little chicken blood was dabbed onto some of the ropes and gags that did not have Jack's blood on them. Last of all was the odd little razor knife, obviously used to do the most heinous of deeds on the victims. By that time it was a. ” She stopped to recall what that was. “He asked me something. ‘Can I do something cool with you?’ I asked what. ‘Can I take my pants off and put my dick in between your boobs?’ he said. I said yes. I said it like three times. I didn’t realize it but I didn’t stop saying yes. He undid his pants. He pushed them down. I saw his underwear and he even pushed those down too. He made me hornier then I already was. I stared at his penis. It was soft but long. He started to masturbate. He got it hard.