A knock on the door... "Rubes?!" Yeh, I'm in the shower!" I called cheerfully to my husband Paul, my voice shaking nervously."Ok..." then silence.I wa...shed myself thoroughly and cleaned my teeth and even washed my hair. I was procrastinating again. What on earth was going on out there?! I guess I didn't really want to know! I was kind of hoping that Mike would manage to dress and slip out unnoticed, and I could continue my day by making some cookies for Paul and maybe dealing with a few more. It seemed to be something that turned her on. She quizzed me about my first time to have sex then about every girl I had fucked till her. I quizzed her about sexual past also and she had no problem telling me the details, which I have to admit was a turn on for me too. Then she made a weird demand. "The next time you fuck a girl, I want you to come straight to me afterwards." So the next girl I fucked, as soon as the girl left I went over to Rose. Everybody was home and she and I were. My father hammered his cock one last vicious time, deep inside her. And I watched as He gripped her hips so tightly, his knuckles turned white as his fingers dug into her flesh. "I'm cumming, You Slut! I'm Fucking, Cumming! This Is All Your Fault, You Fucking Cow! Why Do You Make Me Do This?!" Dad shouted.I could hear Her crying again. This time it seemed like she was weeping in earnest because of his hateful words."Shut Up, Bitch! Now, Suck Your Filth From My Cock! Do As I Tell You! You,. I stood in front of her and she hand cuffed my hands behind my back. She then opened the bag of green rings and put one on the prongs if the pliers. She squeezed the handles causing the ring to expand. She latched the handles and started working one testicle at a time through the band. Once she had both of my balls in the band she pulled them down so the ring was up as close as it could be to my body. Then as she released the catch the band tightened up , she pushed it off the prongs. The band.