Then her frown unhinged, and her eyes went wide, and I saw in their depths the pieces aligning. Every little suspicion she’d denied and discarded, every whisper she’d decided not to hear, every spot of red lipstick amateur on Father’s collar she decided was the result of a shaving error. They clicked into perfect place behind her eyes, and the mosaic they made was of a horror worse than the gallows or the noose. For I’d taken her past, her very identity, and I’d shattered it. God, it was beautiful. “No.” She whispered, unable to give voice to the words. “Yes,” I smiled broadly, “ever since I was fifteen, Father has loved me. Not you, Mother, never you. You were only ever a means to an end for him, and that end was me. I made sure of it.” “No.” She couldn’t believe it, “No.” “The truth is always so painful.” I laughed at her, “Though in your case, I suspect the lie is quite excruciating as well. But don’t worry, Mother, I’m here for you.” I pulled the lever beside the door, and the chain that linked Mother’s wrists to the ceiling grew taut. She was forced upright with her hands overhead, and I made sure to crank the lever until her ankles and wrists were white with pressure. Then I opened the door, and dropped my bag of goodies on the floor before her. “You know, I’ve never tortured someone before. I’ve had people tortured, of course; it’s a necessary evil of spycraft, and while it can be gruesome, I’ve found at times that it can also be quite… exhilarating.” I pontificated as I searched my bag, “There’s a sexual aspect to it that people rarely talk about. Oh, people rarely talk about such a taboo subject as it is, but when they do it’s always about the victim. They never talk about the torturers.” I pulled out a knife, and turned to Mother with a broad smile on my face. She just gawked at me, her eyes so wide they seemed to pop from her skull. “The torturers love their victims,” I sauntered over to her, twirling the knife between my fingers, “for they give them unfettered truth.” I stopped before Mother, so close I could nearly taste her breath. “Isn’t that all sex is? A desire to make someone react to you with whole-hearted honesty? Peeking into the guest bedroom, he watched as his wife's pussy rose and fell on her brother's rigid cock. “I was out here practicing my tracking.” Sheila paused and looked around the auditorium. And then she realised her body was beginning the slow build-up of pressure towards an orgasm. {this will be a story that develops over time and not like my other saga....if you want more to come out...just leave your thoughts in the comments below... She panted hard to regain her breath. “What is it you want?” I asked, gently rubbing her leg. My pussy almost smothered her small face, and she licked on. Wow, what a way to spend (spend?) Looking into her eyes, Carissa put the point of the sword to her imprisoned cunt and let it rest there for a moment. I could feel their breathing. Dave come amateur over to me and started eating out my ass full of his sons cum. I know. “No!!” I shouted at her. “I don’t know, I think so.” She didn’t feel as concerned as she thought she should that her brother just turned loose a few million sperm cells in her. I wiped my eyes with a shake of my head and composed myself in that moment of clarity. Both the girls cheer as Sarah puts the phone back to her own ear.
And I do not think of myself as a jealous person. But this is very…” “Confronting?” Tegan offered. “Yes.” “I’m sorry you had to see that. Angus is… very inconsiderate at times.” There was another pause. “I would never knowingly do anything to compromise your relationship.” Tegan repeated. “I believe you. But I am still worried.” Tegan waited until she was ready to speak again. “Has Brandon talked about me, with you?” “A little.” “What amateur did he tell you, exactly?” “That your last boyfriend was not good to you, and he wanted to show you he’s different.” Tegan said simply. “He wanted to take things slowly so you wouldn’t think he’s only interested in sex.” “But he was interested in sex with you?” “That’s different. I wasn’t offering him anything emotionally, apart from friendship.” “He will not make love to me.” Yeong said, with a bluntness that caught Tegan off guard. “Oh. He felt betrayed that his wife would share herself with another man. Finally, he felt humiliation that another man, his amateur son, could be this intimate with his wife. We walked into the famous jewelry store almost thirty minutes later. I wanted my daughter to love him like I'd loved my daddy. Then we were kissing. Laura hadn't pissed yet today and her favorite toilet had just arrived. But she just felt...milky. "MMMMFFFFFF! What did Zach whisper to you that day we ate dinner together?”
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