She seemed miles away. Most of the shopping was me picking things I thought we needed with no help from Ruth. I asked if there anything wrong but she ...just told me not to be so stupid. So I decided not to question her further. Shopping done we settled in the food court for a coffee before returning home. She seemed to perk up a bit but still had that faraway look in her eyes. I knew asking anymore questions was pointless so I just ignored the situation.We got home and put away the shopping.. Their breaths mingled, and their teeth raked.She tore away her mouth to gasp: "Love me, daddy--love me! Kiss my tits, feel my ass, my pussy."His mouth closed over a nipple, licked searingly there, sucked strongly there, before his teeth spread wide and she felt her entire mound being drawn in. Twisting, she got a hand under his balls and hefted them, ran her questing fingers over their sacked shapings and felt the weight of them. His hair was so thick and curly, she thought, but not wiry; it. Trust was everything in this world, to break trust ... if you were the tormentor and your 'victim' spoke the safe word and you did not stop, you would never, ever, be trusted again. In fact, people that trusted you in the past would do everything in their power to see you destroyed. Arrested, tried, convicted, locked up and left to rot for the rest of your life. Which probably wouldn't be long; I don't think you'd last long in most prisons if word got out that you tortured and raped people, and. ” She looks to Joy and says, “Your present is in the Room of Unwanted Toys.”Joy rubs her hands together and grins, “I get to unwrap it?”Charity frowns. “You go ahead. I have to take care of Belle here, but I’ll join you afterward.”Belle steps into the doorway of the bathroom. She has a towel wrapped around her luscious green body, while her hair is still wet enough to drip. Charity sits of the sofa thrusting a dildo in and out of her slippery pussy. She stops the moment she sees her sister..