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This consisted of a couch, arm chair, and small coffee table. The table was currently covered with open BDSM books, notebooks, pencil, and paper including the one Newlyn had recently been reading. Across from the arm chair was a flat screen TV hooked up to Slave a computer. Every bit of wall space available was occupied by a full bookshelf. Beyond the book shelves the place was practically empty. "Still studying I see. tits Are you still in collage?" Newlyn's fetish father asked. "Sort of," replied Newlyn. Newlyn's dad raised an eyebrow at that. "How many PHDs do you have?" he continues. "Four. Working on my fifth," Newlyn said with no sense of accomplishment in his voice. He said it almost sadly. "Your fifth?" said his dad with wonder. "I would hate to see how much you student loans are." "Actually I do not have any, when all mine time went to study or getting scholarships I was able to avoid loans completely," Newlyn commented again without any pride in his efforts. Newlyn's father looked around the Bondage apartment once more and shook his head. "Your sister was right," he said. "Juliana?" Newlyn pussy eyes widened in fear at the mention of his sister. "Ya," said his dad. "What did she say?" Newlyn asked desperately. Before answering his father just looked him in the eye and held his gaze. "The only reason I am here at all is because of her. I honestly think I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing you again but, she insisted we come. Said she needed this, said so did you," he said this and let out a sigh. "After seeing this," he made a dismissive gesture to the apartment, "I would have to agree with her." "Juliana is here," whispered Newlyn in horror. "Yes, as is your mother and the twins," he let the last sentence hang. Newlyn did not seem capable of replying so he continued. "I have seen enough for now. Your mother should be here in a few minutes." With that he left. Still, it sucks pussy being the one getting hustled. Does she smile and laugh? “All I did was make your costume a little more authentic.” She set a cup down on the counter beside him helpfully and he poured himself a glass before setting the bottle back, her smirk ever present, curious, enjoying the freedom of not having his mother to risk her for her lewd behaviour, enjoying his embarrassment. That meeting came on the following Tuesday evening and it went just as I had anticipated. Did that Bondage hurt BDSM a little? I hardly noticed the way my cock felt buried inside Prestira, but I noticed acutely the saturation of my female nethers, the throbbing fetish desire in my virgin slit, the pulsing vacancy deep in my anus. Then as the spawn’s panic stricken screams filled the Slave room the dogs proceed to rip the expensive garments from their bodies. Come on I want you to pick a tail you like. She was sexy. “True,” he said then tits held up his left hand. Thankfully, the voltage was high, but not enough to kill, just incapacitate the wolf. After ordering the husks to stay where they were and not move a muscle, James made his way back to the coffee shop. “Melanie and Stacey.”