He smiled and leaned over me kissing me again getting between my legs, I could feel the oxygen fighting to make its way into my lungs as he pulled dow... his boxers and placed himself at my entrance. He pushed himself inside me as I gasped for more air that didn't seem to be there. Matt's arms were under me grabbing my shoulders and his face was in my neck as he thursted into me. I closed my eyes and held onto his back. I fought hard against the noise I wanted to make, knowing my family was home.. "Sit back," my plaything's head now rested in the sculpted padding of the head-rest, a short chain attached to her collar, restricting her movement, preventing her from looking away.My plaything now sat, restrained and fully clothed, before a large mat. On the centre of the mat, '3' knelt facing her, masturbating. '3's' now lightly oiled body glistened under the lights, her hands graceful as her fingers worked, pleasuring herself even as they moved to draw attention to her rapidly growing. The next again a full size A4 picture, this time from the front, her head still slumped u*********sly on her chest, her chastiser standing proudly like a hunter with a dead stag. Again, he turned the page, this time 6smaller prints on the two pages. Three, showing close ups of her sex, running with wetness, her own cum trickling down her legs, then her smiling face, hair tousled from sweating, and a more distant shot of her, just limp and hanging still from her bonds. He looked at her. We were soon introduced to Grandpa's old good friend Mr. Barry Drake. Twins soon started to call him grandpa Barry as he was a year older than grandpa and my mum and his daughters had grew up in the warmth of close friendship of to families. Mr. Drake was now a widower.The fateful weekend started on a sultry Friday. We all were happy in side in the comfort of air-conditioned coolness.Grandpa was lounging in the huge sofa as my mum put a stool under his feet to make her father more comfortable..