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Luke walks over to Levon and stands in front of him, just out of my reach. He picks up my cane and admires it.

“You know what’s another way to stimulate a man?” he asks. “Stimulate his prostate.”

“No. No. No. No. No...” Levon starts repeating.

Luke kicks Levon’s legs apart and I watch in horror as he pushes the bottom end of my cane into his ass.

Levon shrieks in pain, especially when Luke moves it in and out, harder and harder. Then he pushes it in and steps back.

“It’s no fun when you can’t cum,” he chuckles. “Man, I’m on form today.”

He looks over at me with a smirk. “Your turn.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Luke walks over tome, and I curl up. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s just dinner time.”

He un-cuffs me and grabs my arms, pulling me up. “Skylar wants you to join us.” He leans down and grabs my pants, throwing them at me. He takes my panties and stuffs them in Levon’s mouth. “Shut it. You’ll disturb the kids.”

I slip on my pants and limp, wincing.

“Ah, yes. You can lean on me, don’t worry.” He offers me his arm, as though he’s the perfect gentleman and father.

I take his arm and breathe deeply. He smells the same.

Like death and sex.

I lean on him as little as I can while we walk to the other side of the house. He clearly doesn’t want the children to know something’s going on, and I don’t intend to traumatize them.

He escorts me to the head of the table and sits me down to his right. Skylar is sitting next to me, and her brother is opposite me.

There are two pizzas at the center of the table.

“Hi, Jocelyn. Daddy says you’re staying with us,” Skylar says, looking up at me with bright eyes.

Those eyes.

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