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He clamped the chain to the bed post and looked at me. “Like a good pet, you’re going to sleep beside your master’s bed.” He commanded “Master will bring you on to the bed to fuck you, after which you will return to your corner.” He paused for a moment “Understand?” I sobbed “Yes Master.” “Good, now you must be hungry girl, you haven’t eaten all day!” he said before disappearing outside. I remained on my knees, chained by my leash to his bedpost. I looked around and noted the many cameras pointed at me from all angles. It seemed like there were more cameras every time I looked. What the fuck kind of footage was this psycho putting together. village I couldn’t believe my circumstances. My son’s psychopathy knew no bounds. Just when I thought that it couldn’t get any worse, he would come up with another twisted turn of events. And what was worse was that outdoor at some level I knew that my body was enjoying this, the hard fucking at least. 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And yes, the fact that seeing my husband is with another woman, and the fact that he knows finally who I am really, turns me on so much. That was the only real memory I had of Lizzie. She made eye contact with whomever she might as she went casually through the room. “No, he did not. I slung my bookbag off my shoulder and collapsed on the couch in the living room. “Ruth, that’s not what I asked. “I’m sure you’d be right at home with them.” I smiled.