The owner is very old and wants to move out to Florida. So he is going to sell his place…” then his excitement began to evaporate, “but we can�...t afford it…” then his enthusiasm appears again, “…unless we can pull out something big.”So the three friends tried to think of something, but came out with nothing. At 07:00 PM, Kenny stood up, “I have nothing, man. We have to take some time to think about it. I’m going now.”It was strange; the three usually hang around together. “Where are you going?”. . does MikeWinchester live here?"I nodded. "Yes, that's my husband but he's at work," I said, wondering ifI should close the door."Oh well you may be able to help me. I'm Jack and Mike was best friendswith my older brother back in the day." Jack held out a crumbled photoand I leaned in to look.I saw what looked like a younger Mike, clearly from before we met. Helooked to be in his late teens or early twenties. He was on the left andanother blonde-haired man of around the same age stood to the. Bury it into me...fuck my pussy...fuck me daddy!" The more my daughter told me to fuck her, the more delight I took in my i****tuous thoughts and feelings. "Yeah take it Becki!! Take my fucking cock! Do you want to be my fuck toy? Huh? Do you want to be your daddy's fuck toy?" "Oh yes...oh yes daddy...fuck me...I will be your fuck toy!" I thought to myself about how many fathers would love to be me, fucking their hot daughters'. I thought about all my friends whom I noticed would eye my. Nothing more was needed.And then the old Sally was back. She was in control, sure of herself, feisty, my lover, my equal.It wasn't rocket science. But this much I had figured out: When she was bound, I was in total control. She didn't even want a safe-word. She had had to explain what that was to me later. When she was free, we were equals. We both agreed we could live with that. Even better, I got to decide when she was bound and when she was free.She said she had things to take care of and.