Our mom had passed away not long after my sister was born and Dad never remarried, there were plenty of women who would come and go but none of them ever committed to him. One summer I was home from college, I found myself in the house alone and granny spotted the basement key sitting on the kitchen counter, it was always on an over-sized red plastic key fob but that was sitting beside the key, broken and removed from the chain. I stared at the key for what felt like forever then slowly picked it up. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I approached the door, my hands shaking as I turned the lock, each click of it's action seeming louder and my hands were shaking. I opened the door and turned on the light then slowly made my way down the stairs. What I found caught me by surprise, I didn't know what to expect but on a small platform neighbor was 2 wooden posts a couple of feet apart and the top of each one had a single padded handcuff attached to it. A small table off to the side helping was covered with ropes, sex toys and whips and a rudimentary soundproofing covered some of the walls. The moans and screams suddenly made more sense. The women were Dad's sex toys and the thought of it had my panties getting very wet. I froze, the front door slammed and I heard my Father's boots thumping over the hardwood floors and approach the open door of the basement. I had nowhere to hide, I felt my breath quicken as he japanese slowly walked down the stairs and stood at the bottom of them looking at me. I could see the conflict in his eyes, I wondered if he'd yell at me, tell me to never speak of what I seen or just turn and walk away. He spoke to me instead. "What do you want?" He said softly. My inside voice screamed at me, told me to say sorry, to beg forgiveness for invading his space but my body betrayed me. My pussy was soaked, my nipples hard and my breath shallow. "Th..this." I stammered. My Father blinked a few times then came close to me, brushed a strand of hair from my eyes and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. "Go up and lock the door." He said. I did so without hesitation and walked back downstairs to stand before him. He gently removed the rest of my clothes then once I was naked, trouble attached each wrist to a post with the cuffs. He stood before me and undressed, he was well built, had always kept himself in shape and had the body of a man of 35 and didn't look the 55 he was. Before he took off his boxers he spoke to me again. "Last chance to change your mind." He said, looking into my eyes. "I want this, please." I said, practically begging. He looked down at my body then pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them, I was in awe, his cock was much bigger than any of the men I'd slept with in college. “I totally get that you’re concerned that any photo evidence or uploaded stream could be used to blackmail you. I heard a soft moan as I positioned my head between her toned legs. Two girls were there, one in the kitchen area making herself a coffee. But the thing that was really surprising was that he was so close, that with him standing and me sitting on a stool, he penis was almost even with my face and only a few inches away. The light arced down at the appendage. She grinned at me, her fingers sticky with her juices. She climbs on the dick neighbor and starts fucking. I had to do something. Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo The long strokes came, hands roaming her smooth inner thighs and calves as he fucked her full bore for several minutes. You never said what was supposed to happen if Barb had lost this last round.” A gay sounding man came up to us. The priestess of Krab furrowed her bluish brow, her bright-red hair tumbling about her cheeks. She then told him to rub his dick between her ass cheeks. It’s my hair i can do anything i want with it. YOURE SO BIG!" trouble Ashley leaned back and spread her legs open. A cruel smile spread across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the water bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious girl's chest granny who instantly came around japanese screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Randy had positioned himself with his paws on her shoulders, his cock in her face, her lips engulfed the thrusting cock, sucking. She stiffened, unsure of the situation, and then placed a tentative arm around me, and relaxed. Still, what was there to do? Hence, our chosen moniker "Truth vs Tradition." Get out a notepad and get ready to take notes on the most interesting character helping you’ve ever come up with - yourself.