She was hooked on pain, bondage, and humiliation, as much as any junkie on cocaine or heroin. She had to have it. Nothing else could satisfy the trem...ndous urges and cravings she had for the release it gave her.When Richard told her he was being transferred overseas, she was crushed, and a little panicked. He introduced her to a friend of his, someone who was willing to take her on as a slave in his extensive harem. Josie had met with him and had enjoyed the session. The problem was that he. To the left the girls could see the SUV, which was blocked from the view of the women by the traffic, they could hear its engine torquing violently, a sound lost to the two women in the rumble of the engines around them. The SUV and women closed on a collision course. The girls reacted at lightning speed, though to them, as the car sped forward, it seemed they moved in slow motion, their bodies heavy, unresponsive and tardy in the time frame of milliseconds allowed to them. Some, faces. A squishing sound mixed with her moaning had me on hair trigger. The gentle touch of her hand on my dick was becoming a little more firm. The motion of her hand on me had the same effect, the precum started to flow. Angie’s expert hands used every drop to lube her hand as she began to expertly massage the head of my dick. I looked over to Rob and his eyes were shifting from Angie’s pussy to my dick and back again. Angie’s breathing was becoming shallow and rapid. Her hips began that familiar. I'd thought about it a lot but I didn't envision this at all," she paused. "Dad do you hate me?"Poor Mike, he just sat there stunned. I couldn't imagine how he felt. To stunned to speak probably, at this point but what would he feel when he got over that? Anger, frustration, what? I couldn't imagine. It was a weird world out there and us old fogies, where finding it harder to cope. Our parents only had to put up with florescent hair, tattoos or at worst a tongue piercing. Okay, they thought.