I could even get a glimpse of the side of her breast as she rocked up and down on Dad and, well, she sure looked nice from where I was.Yes, it might h...ave been my parents but I had a hard-on you wouldn't believe.Then, I really don't think I made a noise, but my mother's head snapped around and she cried out,"Omigod, it's Phil," and Dad's head skewed around as I was saying, "Um, I'll be bringing my things in, okay?" and quickly left them knowing I'd rather ruined their nice interlude.I was. It took time, but eventually the pain ebbed to a deep throb and my body reacted as it was forced too. When I came again they twisted my legs outward, pounding the nail sideways through my ankle and into the wood. I screamed in brutal fury and they were hard pressed to even control my last free limb. They bent it into place, then drove the nail through my flesh and into the cross.My vision blurred and it wasn’t until they began to raise the cross that I began to understand the total cruelty. He smiled at her and slowly caressed her small breasts“Do you like this?” he asked herShe couldn’t help it, she moaned a loud and nodded, she didn’t like this but it felt so good to her. He smiled at his captive and slowly rubbed down her body. As he got to her legs she tried to keep them shut, so he couldn’t do anything to her. He smacked her ass and she gasped, her eyes opening wide. She tried to tell him don’t but the gag made her speech just mutters.“Listen to me, or it will get worse.” He. I spread it out like mom told me, set itwith translucent powder and saw that it covered my light beard quitewell, and didn't look like I used a spray gun or a trowel. Doing my eyeswas harder, but I managed. Light blue on the edge of my eyelids, mauveover that with rose highlights just under my eyebrows. The black eyelinerwent on easily as soon as I put my elbow on the vanity to steady my hand.Under my eyes I used a black pencil dipped in baby oil, "to make it go oneasier" mom said, and then a.