"I'm not a doll, I'm a living person!" C replied, "oh you are very much alive, but for all intensive purposes, you are a doll... or maybe "pet' would ...be a better word." Barbara became more angered by "C" statements, but before she could speak, he told to get off the table and stand up. Realizing that resistance was futile at this point, she stood up......... Once she was standing, Barbara was instructed to stand in the middle her "room" and put her arms by her side. " C' took a finger and. She was on fire; I'd never seen her like this. She went from gritting her teeth to moaning. One moment she grabbed my arm, the next she reached for her own breast, to pinch her a tiny pink nipple. Harder, faster, but never deeper, I plunged it into her and she bucked. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop." She pleaded. She'd never been like this before, I didn't know how to feel, but my cock was raging away. I kept pushing the head in a little deeper, then pulling it back, jabbing her quaking. Mom owned a little nursery in town where she got to play with plants all day long. She was an excellent horticulturist and could tell you the genus and species name of nearly every plant and flower that bloomed there. She really threw herself into work. And to her credit, she had the most beautiful plants for counties around. This morning she must've gotten up and out of the house early, eager to be back at it, for normally I would at least hear her leave. Not that I come home every weekend,. Take off all your clothes!"She looked shocked but looked over at her husband's outstretched hand and the knife Ratso was holding. She stifled a sob and began to remove her clothes.As she removed her clothes, it became obvious that, for a woman who had given birth to three daughters, she was fine looking. She didn't hesitate and was quickly naked of every stitch. Her face was red. I think she was more embarrassed about being naked in front of her daughters and knowing that they, too, would.