The other one who refrained from sharing in the mirth at my expense was my Master. Leaning against the post, he worried his lower lip and gave me the ...saddest of looks. Within minutes of my degradation they started to take their leave. Ronnie sauntered over on his way out, ‘That is nothing.’ He was gone, I stared at his back. Master came up and stood beside me and rubbed the back of his hand across my tear trenched cheek. I guess all my crying had tired me out. I soon felt myself dozing off. I. She was in such shock about him barging in like that that she had forgotten to adjust her uniform, and still sat there with her skirt hitched up and her shirt gaping open. At first he didn't notice it either but as soon as he did, he faltered in his tirade of complaint and his jaw dropped- his eyes focusing on what her shirt was revealing. She looked down at herself to where his eyes were fixed in shock and started fumbling to close the buttons. "I'm sorry", she stammered, "I didn't know. My mother, a beautiful dancer. And my dad, holding me. This was taken a few days before they split up, for good.”I looked at the picture, saying nothing. I had similar, but naturally different images of my family, some taken only days before my dad was split from us. Forever. I swallowed hard.“What hap—” I tried, but my voice cracked awkwardly. “What happened to your parents?”Clara sighed as she held the photo. She was silent for some time. “My father put me in some danger. Not on purpose, of. He slides his cock slowly into my hole, the barrier giving way inch by heavenly inch. That feeling added a whole new level to my pleasures as he finally thrusts all of it into me. My cries echo around the doored chamber as he slips in and out by only inches, yet in that hole it feels like miles of flying high paradise to a wonderland of an orgasm. After only minutes of him thrusting into me, I orgasm, my cum dripping down my legs and into the water as he continues to pound me against the side.