Wondering what those magnificent big breasts of yours looked like. Wondering what they looked like underneath whatever you were wearing that day. And ...as I stood in my room, my hand stroking slowly along the full hard length of my cock, I'd picture you kneeling before me." As I said this, I reached out and gently nudged her shoulder at the same time nodding towards the floor in front of me. She subconsciously got my intent as she slid off the edge of the table and onto her knees before me, her. He now turned to me, "She's your fucking whore today" he said. I looked down at mom, not knowing what to say or do, uncertain of what dad had in mind. "Slap the bitch" he told me and I just stood there, fearful of what mom would do or say when dad raised his hand and slapped me across the face. "Slap the fuckin' whores face" he ordered again. This time I obeyed. I moved up next to mom and with one swing, I slapped her hard across her face. "Again" dad ordered and once again my hand went. That sounds a bit like I only get to do what my wife says. Actually it’s quite the reverse, she is the submissive and I am her Master. I have ‘carte blanche’ to do with her anything I want, anytime and anywhere. This works because she trusts me completely, as I do her. So it stands to reason I would only put my cock in another woman’s pussy with her knowing about it and agreeing I could. Trust, it works.So we had our Jacuzzi party, the girls les’d up wonderfully, John and I watched and recorded. Sash began to hear a noise. Like the sound of ice warming the second it is brought from a freezer, the grating sound of something stretching its bonds. The sound built and went on as if at any moment something would…. The vase exploded. Small fragments flew in all directions imbedding themselves in the dresser, the walls, Sash’s face and eyes. She fell to the floor screaming and bleeding. She opened her eyes and was standing before the vase with her finger against the drip of glue and her.