They weren’t typesetting. The redhead was bent at a full ninety degrees, her hands and elbows pressed to the brick wall. Her skirt was hiked up ove...r her waist, and her panties were caught around her knees. Her slender boytoy had his hands on her hips, and was giving her an energetic pumping with that oddly thick member of his. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but his were fixed on her pale buttocks, the flesh of which rippled every time he pushed in. He hadn’t gone from awkward virgin to pro. This was the first time i'd seen him wearing a normal pair of board shorts instead of our ultra tight speedos, and the damn guy was still bulging a slight bit. "Hey bud what's going on" he said to me as I walked out the back door"Nothing much, just ready for some grub and swimming with my bud" I joked"Hope you don't mind, my Dads home today and wants to come swimming" he told me"Nah b*o it's fine, he seems like a pretty chill guy" "Haha he is," he continued, "he thinks he's 20 still" It was. She was now wearing her short pajama shorts and her black and dark blye HHS (Harrisburg high school) swimming hoodie and her glasses. I have to say even though she did look sick, her pajama shorts, for the few times we actually wore pajamas, made her long tan legs look amazing. She hugged Sarah goodbye, and then walked back to the house. I got in the car, and Sarah did too. “Whats up with Becky?” Sarah asked as I started the car and drove down the driveway. “I have absolutely no idea” I said,. Carefully placing the collar on, she noticed it read "Daddy's Whore", and a small tingle went up her spine. Once it was in place, she strapped the ball gag in, and it filled her mouth without stretching it much. Then she began fastening the restraints on her wrists, and her heart beat faster and faster. She also noticed a small chain in the ouch accompanied with a padlock. Attached, there was a small tag that simply said "attach behind". Lacey understood, taking the chain, looping it through.