And to answer the question… our guy is normally a Consultant of Crime, not the hired help that does the dirty work. However… the brutality of this... crime suggests his personal touch. Hired guns shoot to kill, dump the body, and move along. This method of torture… was personal.’ ‘Retaliation for her failing to kidnap baby Pete?’ asked Cindy. ‘Maybe.’ I said. ‘And maybe because the FBI investigation was getting close to her.’ ‘If that was the case,’ said Martin, ‘none of them said anything to me. I forgot on this day and knew nothing until I was sat there with my hard pumped cock in my hand jerking over some cock porn and wearing her little panties, she sneaked behind me and said "so this is what you do you bastard, I've always thought something was going on" then she said " Are you a fucking faggot?" having seen what I was jerking too. I said no of course but she was furious. well after several hours of silence we talked, I told her about the panties thing and she said she already knew. Only an apron around her front. She looked really yummy this way. My hand never left her a second and we were like sixteen year olds. Appreciating her need for roughness I tried out a variety of things into her cunt. She kept her ass jutting backwards so that her cunt was spread out like a cows. A variety of spoons, some knife handles, some bottles and finally a cucumber explored her. Her one leg had to be lifted on to the kitchen platform to make the cucumber possible. I turned her around. ” “I don’t know either, Dad, but I don’t want this to stop right now.” “It won’t,” Tom said, lifting his head to kiss Brin again. When their mouths parted the next time, Brin lowered the top half of her body onto Tom’s, letting the tips of her hard nipples graze his hairy chest. She’d read about this on some erotic story site, but never tried it, but the feeling sent electric shocks through her body and right into her pussy. She moved her breasts up and down and around her dad’s body, and.