”“Hmm?” Lia asked curious to see where I was about to detour us.“I’ll be careful not to–”“Slip it up my fanny by mistake?”I nodded. ...“I was going to say ‘touch’ but ‘missing the target’ counts too I guess.Lia smiled. “I win.”“You won?”“I guessed you’d say something like that. Before. That’s why I trust you, because I know you’ll be super careful not to ... that.”“I will!”“I know. So, now we’ve got all of that out of the way,” Lia began as she handed me the butt plug end of the tail and lay down. And I didn't want to spoil my time with Martha Jane by getting into it.I mumbled something, a careless "Nothing much going on about that," and she was quiet behind me for a while. For sometime afterwards we didn't talk much except to say that another box was packed or to ask which box to pack next. At around six o'clock she decided we should stop for the day so she could make salads for dinner."You sure got quiet," she said after I had been eating wordlessly in front of her at the table for. The finger I used to grease my rear felt big at the time. The medium sized plug felt enormous as I delicately inserted it. My ass hole had spasms of pain when I finally worked the widest part of the plug past my tight hole but that only added to the thrill I got from using the butt plug. Using some duck tape I taped the inflator bulb for the plug between my balls and ass hole. I wanted to make sure that every time I got back on my bike the plug would get a little bigger. There are a lot of. Daddy’s cock was big enough that he never needed to use a vibrator on me, and I would never have let him, anyway. His fingers, tongue and cock were all he needed to make me helpless.Eventually I did make friends with one of the girls at school. It started out with her just wanting to practice speaking English, and then one day we ended up in bed, eating each other out. It was good, and we couldn’t stop. We were sixty-nining each other, and cumming out of control when daddy came home. I have to.