"This should keep you from trouble while I deal with your father," shesaid.She left the room. With my hands bound, I was completely helpless toremove ...myself from the dildo lodged in me. Despite my shame and fear,while I waited for her to return and release me, I became focused onthe dildo filling and trapping me.I leaned back on the horse, trying to relieve some of the pressure fromthe dildo. When I did, the horse rocked forward and the dildo moved inme, caressing something inside me I never. He swung again. He mistimed that one, and knew it hit harder than he had intended. She finched and moaned, and her hips jerked. The combination was so erotic he had to clench his teeth not to fall on top of her. He steadied his arm, swung again. The pink deepened, and her hips continued to move afterwards. How much was real? He swung again. His aim was off and one of the strands of the whip hit her side. She yelped and writhed. He couldn’t resist checking for damage. He felt along her back.. It was rock-hard in a second, and Addie shook itplayfully at her daughter.“But it’s so lonely. Don’t you want to play with Mr.Happy?”Margie giggled.“Maybe just once…”“That’s a good girl,” Addie said, giving Jimmy anunnecessary nudge of encouragement.As it was, Margie was not unattractive; she had the samered hair as her mother–only longer–and a similar body,with slightly smaller breasts and thicker thighs. Plusshe was hot. Her needs were being met at home.When she was 14 she had her first orgasm. It was in the bathtub, and her Uncle's finger was about halfway in her pussy when it happened. He'd been strumming her young clitty with his soapy finger while she sighed and said how good that felt. She was on her knees at the time, her head dripping blobs of shampoo down her developing body. She was washing her own breasts, something Uncle Bob had awakened her to during baths in the last couple of years. She felt the.