I thought she is ok with my movement and slowly hold her boobs and started pressing with one hand with continuing my kissing, suddenly we heard a knoc...king sound from the door, she said slowly leave me someone came and help me to open the door.I quickly set my tool inside and switched on light and made every one sit and switched on television and slowly went and opened the door, there came her father suddenly came back and asked whether we had dinner and said he came to pick some documents as he. Nipple clamps, whips, paddles, floggers and crops were all introduced to her body. Hot wax, electricity and ice also became occasional instruments of torture. But it was always a delicate and erotic torture. There was almost always some kind of bondage and sometimes she was even blindfolded. Her aunt would apply the pain but would stimulate her at the same time. She always had at least one earth shattering orgasm during each session and actually started looking forward to her sessions.Jane also. Her husband was seldom home, evidently. She told me that when we first met, and after I spent several nights in her bed, I became reasonably sure of it.She explained her worries to me, and I took Rodney aside and talked with him while we walked though the greening New Jersey fields behind their commandeered home. He demonstrated that he was a decent shot with a fowling piece, and he did not choke on the white lightening I surprised him with from my canteen. He could swear a bit, and chew. .I know I was an ass before...I was justprotecting my dad...." She implored.Vicky smiled. "Whatever do you mean Denise?" she said with concern."I'm truly not doing anything; and a beautiful young woman likeyourself shouldn't cry."Denise groaned as her body started throbbing. "I'm not a youngwoman...." she cried as she stumbled into Vicky's arms."If that were so Denise," Vicky said with sympathy. "Then why do youhave these large watermelons hanging off your chest?" she said gentlyrocking Denise.