In the mean time he lays out the ropes, toys and whips on the bed. A lovely viscus body cream and some water based lubricant were on the bed side tabl...e. On the kitchen table he prepares the food. Helen usually does this but he decided to be different tonight. A knock on the door, it is Helen. "Good evening Master," she is already in character, "come in Slut". They proceeded to sit down and chat and eat as they discussed the session. Helen took off her clothes and Peter noticed a bruise, he knew. “Honey,” her mother whispered into his ear just loud enough so she could hear. “I think you need to, you know.”Linda was scared. She wasn’t sure what they were talking about as her father slowly became soft in her mother’s hands. He moved his body closer to hers.“Open your mouth honey,” he pulled Linda’s head to his softening cock. “Now don’t be scared just swallow.”Linda looked up at him, a tear slowly starting to form in her eyes. Her father slid his cock to her lips, pressing her mouth open. I tried to hide my wince every time Brandon and Rick would say something funny that one of them did between each other in the eleven months they knew each other. Brandon had told me often how cool Kellie’s dad was, but seeing how these two bonded made me feel incredibly uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that all I could manage to do was push my food around my plate with my fork. What was I supposed to do? Tell Brandon that I didn’t want to see Kellie anymore? With him being nineteen, it wasn’t my. The woman looked at the man in strange clothes, possibly with an erection and stepped back."No one by those names here. Just me and my husband." Mark meant to thank her and move on when he heard a voice behind him."They used to live around here. Rumor has it they went to live with Gaius. This is ours now." Mark turned to see the pitchfork. He put up his hands,"No offense, I'll be moving on." Mark walked away, realizing how he looked and calculating how long the drugs would be in him. Mark was.