Before I knew what was happening I was bound and being spanked, and loving it, because he kept reminding me of my erection. It was also obvious that t...his binding of me was something that he wanted as well. I could tell this from his erection. His penis was a much bigger version of mine and it was a very nice sight, dangling in front of my face-I’m sure he wanted to see what I would do with it-well I didn’t let him down as I opened my mouth and let it slide into my throat. With that one move I. No, people are so nice around here. They wouldn’t do that.” It seemed like she was thinking this stuff up just now. She literally didn’t think about it before.I opened my backpack and said in a comforting voice, “I’m sorry Sara, you shouldn’t scream.”The girl had no idea what I was saying, it didn’t make sense. I took out a bottle of vodka and drank a good portion of it to ease my nerves a little. Next thing i did. I took out a knife. Not just a little one, a real knife. Sara didn’t get it but. In the beginning I kept my feelings to myself and did what I could to make it pleasurable for my husband. But soon after our daughter was born I lost all interest and it became more difficult to allow myself to be used that way. And long before our relationship had devolved into a good imitation of the warm up to a bout of professional wrestling I had become untouchable. I have to admit though that once the sex stopped altogether it was a relief for me. I miss having a man around sometimes. I. Now get your bag and come on."I grabbed my bag and jumped out of the car to race ahead of my dad to get to the door first. He smiled and unlocked the door. Immediately upon entering there was a hallway leading down to a living room, a door on the left and a doorway (minus any door) on the right. The door to the left was a bathroom so tiny daddy could just barely turn around in it. The kitchen was on the right. It was fair-sized and had enough room for a small dinette set.Down the hall a little.