We did come back down to normal. Holly had the great idea of walking naked back to our apartment. It was well past midnight and it wasn’t a very wel...l lit area. So we walked hand in hand, completely nude, Holly still with jizz all over her tits, juices drying on her thighs. … “That was a fun night” I said. “Sure was” Holly said. “Maybe we should do that again tonite” Holly said provocatively. “Maybe” I said. We continued the historic walk down to the auditorium, thousands of others along with. Saying so, I removed her nipples clamps in a single go, which made her curl up with pain due to sudden rush of blood back to the skin. I slapped her face and ordered her to get down from the sofa.Still coping up with the pain, she got down from the sofa and sat at my feet like a good dog. I then told her to worship my feet facing me. She got in front of me and took my right leg into her hands. She lifted it to her mouth, smelled my feet.Then she started sucking and licking my toes one by one. I loved her. I gave my daughter my all. My wife pulled her breasts away. Then she rubbed her hot cunt on my ass, her fingernails scratching at my back.Candy groaned. She shuddered, her perky boobies jiggling. Then she gasped out in delight. She flooded my mouth like her mother would when climaxing. Juice gushed out of her. I feasted on her. Devoured the virginal cream spilling from my daughter's cunt.“Daddy!” she howled.“Oh, yes, yes, that's it!” my wife moaned, grinding her hot cunt on my ass.. But you do not know Janet. She did not want me not to killmyself. She just wanted me to kill myself to her advantage. Butmaybe mine as well.My life was a mess, and it was all because of my temper. I had beatenup my wife, and not for the first time. But now I was on the run.There was no way I was going back to prison - not after the last time.I was never going to be raped again. No wife, no money, and nofuture.So Janet said that I could do the decent thing. She said that I couldprovide.