Two years he had been searching, sometimes coming close to finding his old self just before it tantalizingly slipped from his fingers again, until last night. The little waif waiting for him back in his room ignited something inside him…something he hadn’t felt blowjob since Katie and the boys died, a feeling of being needed. Cammy woke up alone and...terrified! She scanned around the room quickly to find him, even looking under the covers. She jumped out of the bed and went to the bathroom, seeing it was dark and empty and began to panic, flying to the window and pulling it open enough to peek through, she saw his bike still sitting there and breathed a small sigh of relief, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew her Wolf should be here and couldn’t think where he went…she couldn’t even analyze the fact she already thought of Him as hers and she was His. She began pacing naked back and forth through the room, stalking like a pent-up cat as her mind concocted what could have happened to her Wolf, even going so far as to think that maybe HE had stolen her Wolf away for some evil revenge against her. The leering, evil face of her stepfather came into her mind and she collapsed to Hardcore the floor, as tears gushed from her eyes and wracking sobs made her chest heave. Her eyes flashed around the room in panic as she remembered the last time she saw him, chasing her from the house just an hour before she wound up at the bar where she met her Wolf, a butcher knife in his hand as he screamed if he ever saw her again, he’d cut her throat and drink her dry while he raped her dying body. She had lived in terror of her stepfather for the last several years since he had murdered her mother and basically locked her in the house, beating her and raping her whenever he wanted like his own personal toy. She remembered the day things had changed, right after her sixteenth birthday, her stepfather sitting on the couch with her, her mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. Up until that point, they had seemed to have a normal father/daughter relationship, him having taken over for her own dad at the tender age of two when her daddy died in a car accident on his way home from work. Everything had started innocently enough, sitting on the couch, watching TV, them bumping against each other playfully, him tickling her, her squealing with giggles and then he became more aggressive. She didn’t know how it happened but the next thing she knew, she was pinned to the couch, him laying between her thighs, her wrists pinned above her head as he forced his lips on hers. She fought against him, screaming for her mom to help her, the snarling face of her stepfather as her mom tried pulling him off Cammy then the look of agony on her mother’s face as he shoved her hard off him and she fell, her head hitting the corner of the coffee table and the light fading from her eyes. She was numb from the shock of her mother’s death at the hands of the man she trusted to be her daddy and then he took her, quickly ripping her clothes from her and brutally raping her right there as her mother died. She doesn’t remember him finishing, her mind had disconnected and she passed out, the only thing she did remember was her mother dying and the intense pain from him brutally taking her virginity. Cammy had woken up some time later, a leather cuff locked to her ankle with a padlock and a steel cable tying her to her bed. The cable was just long enough to reach to her bathroom to be able to use the facilities and keep herself clean and that’s how she spent her life for the next several years. She had found out months after her mother’s death that her stepfather told the police that he blamed mom’s death on Cammy, saying they had fought and Cammy had shoved her when her mother caught her on the couch giving herself to some boy like a common whore. She wasn’t even able to attend her mother’s funeral since the police were looking for her for the murder of her mother, her stepfather having told them she fled the house after the fight. Gradually, it just got easier to give in and let her stepfather do whatever he wanted to her, even getting to the point where she liked the pain he inflicted on her during his nightly visits to her room, sometimes whipping her, sometimes torturing her with needles or fire and sometimes with other things he found of use around the house before eventually using either her anal mouth, pussy or ass to get off. And no matter how much she gave in to him, he always degraded her as much as he could to keep her in her place, calling her every vile thing he could think of…whore…slut…fucktoy…cumdump…sometimes even worse. These memories were racing through her mind as she lay on the floor, curled into a sobbing ball as the door to the room swung open and her Wolf was standing in the doorway. Seeing her, immediately he closed the door, set the food down carefully and rushed to her, scooping her into his arms, sitting her in his lap and gently rocking her as she sobbed and babbled, trying to convey how worried she was that he was gone. Softly cooing to her and holding her tight in his strong, protective arms he was finally able to get her to calm enough so she made sense again and he realized how much they needed each other…she was a balm that cumshot calmed his raging heart and he was the steel that drove away her fears. Their food forgotten for the time being, he stood carefully, cradling her body to his chest and carried her to the bed, laying her down and covering her before stripping himself and climbing in the other threesome side. "Now Mrs. C this position serves two purposes. When she came down she sat on the couch and watched anal TV. She hurredly cross the street just as a set of headlights appeared further up. The woman loves sex. As usual, when I was about to cum I grabbed both her nipples and twisted them. Mark never said what he was into. “Yes, Sir,” Carole replied. Let me first describe Maddi. It to had thin film of perspiration covering it. My dick perks up “Really?” I ask my dick, having a mind of its own. The other man grabbed her head Hardcore in both hands to control cumshot his pace and the husband grabbed her hips to do the same. Jack started asking. Julie giggled. It still hurt, although not as much on her arm as it had on her breast. I cannot pay that tax. The sound came from another jet across the room. “Don’t be, I didn’t come here for them.” She gives me a sad smile and leans into me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. That didn’t last long and when they came out his cock went in to my pussy and I almost instantly orgasmed. “Yeah, he should keep it in the family,” I panted, rubbing her nipples. The walk to the queen’s chambers was a short one. Her body started to shudder the sensation of two cocks moving deep in her was like nothing she had ever experienced. "Yes, and I would obey." “Unfreeze!” The shadows of mountains rose in the distance like sentinels into a sky ablaze with stars. I just could and would not give blowjob the last nudge. Ryan suggested that I wear just the coat and shoes to travel to and from work. “She sure is, thank you,” Daddy responded politely, reaching under my threesome shirt to pinch my titty tip. Rekha was the one repenting.