" Slowly, your captive, Melissa, stands up and lifts her shirt up over her head, handing it to you. She then unfastens her bra, drops her skirt, and s...lides her black panties down her long, slender legs. You take a moment to admire her body, she's thin and a bit petite, but even so her breasts are beyond perfect, further down lies a neatly trimmed bush with a few beads of sweat that still glisten between her legs. She makes no attempt to hide herself from you. "Happy?" she asks, doing her best. My second dad is Art. He's the one I consider my father. He married Mom after Joe left us.Art has always been there for me. He raised me and taught me how to handle rifles and guns. I can even shoot a pretty mean bow and arrow. Ever since I was a little kid, Art took me everywhere with him. In fact I carry his last name. After he married Mom, he adopted me. He went to Joe and had him sign away his paternal rights. So, as I have mentioned, Art is my dad. After I was born, Art and Mom had two. I just cuddled her more knowing that she hadn't been in a relationship since her divorce. Her openness and asking questions is probably because she has been alone a lot and I can't really blame her. I started to feel bad because I didn't want to come here but maybe it was the best thing for both of us. Holly got up off the couch and went to get a drink. I watched her ass bounce in her jeans feeling a bit better then I did earlier when I did the same thing. She came back with a bottle of water. He blindfolds Thomas to elevate the anticipation; to bring forth a new level of pain and pleasure known only to those who cannot see. Thomas is now fully under Max's command (and love-spell). A leather leash glazes through Thomas' slender body, and to his dick on its way to a hardon he does not want to resist. His dick is chained to his neck strap, and a titillating leather beating ensued. Thomas begs for more, even if his mind wanted to stop.Every slap gets more fiery, and the darkness just.