I would pop a boner anytime I saw her tits when she wore a revealing top. My dad caught me staring at her with lust in my eyes one day.“Samuel to th...e barn with you,” dad yelled at me.I ran to the barn and dad soon followed. I was seventeen years old by then and like most seventeen years old; I had a mind of my own. Dad sat me down in a chair in front of his desk in his office.“Son it is time we had a little talk,” dad said as he reached down to the drawer in his desk.Dad took out the journal. “Oh. I can’t raise my head. What will happen to me?” she said huskily, holding up a wrist to me. She watched me intently as I buckled the restraint around her wrist. She lay her hand by her head, allowing me to attach her arm to the strap. Then, I did the other arm.She was secure now, neck and wrists attached to the strap. I saw her muscles tighten and relax as she tested her bondage. I saw her hands clench and unclench in anticipation.“What have you planned for me?” she asked breathlessly.“One. And as if she was sensing an urgency insider herself, she didn’t wait to hear my answer to her question before she began talking again.As she looked directly in my eyes, she announced in a shy but determined tone, “There is something else I want to share with you Jack…. I want you to be the first man to give me an orgasm. Will you do that Jack? Will you make me cum?”The way she asked that last question - will you make me cum? - with such an earnest and even desperate need in her voice told me. With the dildos, I had control, with Mark, I had none. He pounded me like a Hong Kong Whore showing no mercy. I begged - - easy, wait or slower, he just laughed, ?Get used to it bitch!? and pounded me all the harder. After a while, I settled into his rhythm and my now stretched and throbbing asshole was having less of a problem handling his cock. At this point, I was really getting into being a total slut when my there was a knock on the door. Mark just yelled, ?Come on in!? I threw him a.