there was no heat. The brightness was artificial. The LED lighting panels used by the photographer. It was inches from my face and I couldn’t see anything. It hurt to keep my eyes open so I shut them tightly. I could still see the lights through my closed eyelids. Had looking directly into the lights damaged my sight? I couldn’t tell but before I could start to worry about my eyesight It slowly dawned on me what had happened. I had been struck in the face. I could now feel the dull ache on the side of my head where his fist had struck me. It hurt when I opened my mouth so I tried not to move my jaw too much. I started understanding my situation. I was bent at the waist, my stomach on a bench, head lifted up as far as it could making my throat hurt as the skin over my neck was pulled taught. I couldn’t understand indian how my head was being forcefully held up so I tried moving my head to the right. PAIN! It came from my scalp. The entirety of my hair was pulled tightly and attached to something behind me, pulling my hair backwards, forcing my head into the unnatural position it was now in. My arms were being secured behind me. Handcuffs? Maybe. My arms had been bent in an odd way which wouldn’t allow me to bend them. As I realized what my arms were being forced to do my brain started recognizing the electrical messages indicating discomfort. Bent over, hands cuffed and arms tied in a weird way. I tried to stand up and was greeted by another wave of sharp pain. I was wearing a collar that had spiked on the inside. The collar was chained to something in front of me. When I tried standing up the collar dug into the back of my neck. I could feel the spikes digging into the soft tissue at the nape of my neck. I could feel the warm wetness starting to stream down my back. I was bleeding! I started to realize my position and tried taking a step forward to stop the collar from stabbing me. My ankles were secured as well. To a spreader bar between my ankles. There was no way for me to move. I was stuck here like this. I was vulnerable. Then came the hands on my hips again. Firm. Feeling the roundness of my ass cheeks. He slapped my ass hard and the jolt made me jump. Cutting my neck, hurting my ankles. Straining my arms close to the breaking point. I realized if I moved too suddenly I could be stabbed through the neck, or have my arms and ankles broken. I made my daughter feel better by eating her pussy. Sure, he was good looking, indian muscular, and had saved her from would-be rapists but that didn’t mean she owed him anything and he didn’t even seem to expect it. Jake just stared the man in the eyes, saying, “I figured it all out. Sherry reached and smoothed her hand over Vanessa’s tummy, petting the hairs on her cunt, letting Duke lick between her fingers, petting Duke’s head in encouragement…”Oh…oh,” Vanessa said as Sherry’s cool hand was stroking her. It was morning when I woke up after only an hour or so of sleep. She walked up the stairs nude, but for her sandals. It was not going to be long now. We finished breakfast and walked out the door. They engage in ostentatious kissing. JoAnne had been my daughter since she was four but that night was the first I ever had any thoughts except fatherly toward her. She hadn’t remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus, though thankfully there was nothing particularly revealing apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids. She felt hot all through her body. I suggest we enter this with absolutely no predetermined limits on how far we fall in love with each other. “No talking but... but... masturbate if you have to.” Her brother's hand smashed into her left slutmelon painfully, and Laura did nothing whatsoever to stop it or protect herself. I can smell it too. “Which line?” Rebecca interrupted immediately. If she doesn’t, there isn’t. It’s that simple.” He sat back down again, regaining his composure. Just as we were finishing I asked about the clothes again. My heart beat a bit faster.