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A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
It is normal for some primitive inhabitants of South America jungles to perform, before the entire village, what Americans would consider depraved sexual acts. Such behavior would probably result in arrests and convictions, if not a full-fledged riot, in the U.S.A.
For the young mother and daughter in this novel, they have already accepted and adjusted to their world of sexuality. Yet, they are given an insight into another side of sex—into the dark world where souls mix pleasure with pain, agony with ecstasy, delight with domination.
CHAINED DAUGHTER, ROPED MOTHER deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on how individuals seek and find pleasure—we can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
Angie pulled at the ropes twisted around her wrists, feeling the rough hemp rubbing, chafingly against her flesh as she licked her dry lips. Joe Gantner was on top of her, his fingers pressed hard against her upper arms while his donkey-sized cock brushed teasingly against her inner thighs. Roped and raped! The two words clattered about her whirling mind as she twisted and writhed atop the wrinkled, sweaty top sheets.
“Gonna fuck you good, Mrs. Barrington. Gonna fuck you ’til you can’t stand it anymore.”
Angie felt her ear grow hot and ticklish as Joe blew softly into the waxy canal. He was whispering things to her . . . things he was going to do to her that made her shiver with terror and excitement. Oh, how alive her body was to his touch. The woman quivered when she felt his iron-hard cock brushing against her pussy mound. It had been so long, so very long since someone had fucked her. And now he was doing it this way—ropes twisted around her hands, her arms drawn back over her head and affixed to the headboard! Another thrill of chilly sexual heat rippled up her spine, making Angie curl her back and tighten her asscheeks. The bedsprings groaned as the hot woman twisted from side to side, juice oozing from her fuckslot like lava from a volcano.
“Ohhhhhh, please.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.