The first thing I held up from the box was a bright pink collar with a silver metal hoop in the front and a name she couldn't quite read embroidered i...nto the back (it was SLUT in fake diamonds and it was just cheaply bedazzled). I didn't let her look at it for long before I put it back and pulled out a small oval piece of plastic and a remote control that I'm sure she couldn't identify. I, of course, knew it to be a remote control vibrator with 10 level settings and a 2 mile range which would. It might as well be mine!"Sam took a long look at the proffered photo, then sat on the arm rest of the sofa and adjusted his underwear. The bulge in his slacks suddenly doubled in size."Yeah, I wish I hadn't said it either. But there's no sense in denying the truth, Jack. Both our daughters are whores. Bisexual nympho whores. Cross-racial cock sucking sluts. You know how long it's been since I had my tool sucked off? And my baby girl sucks off half a dozen cocks every week! Did you hear. Then she see the buttplug,? We do seem to have a problem with this little thing, perhaps we shouldinvest in something a bit bigger?.? She then leaves the room for a minute and when she returnsre-inserts the butt plug and secures it in place with a generous piece ofgaffer tape. ?That might hurt when we pull it off, but you can worry about thatlater?. She then turns the butt plug on to full power to see my response, mymuscles pulsate my anus trying to expel the invader to no avail.She then turns. Infact I think your Uncle put her up to it."Miranda gave a false shocked look, and stammered as Misty laughed. "Come on, admit it," the girl teased, poking Miranda playfully in the ribs, "You try to make my happy so much sometimes it's almost like a conspiracy!"Miranda shook her head in dismay, chuckling at the thought. "You certainly didn't complain about 'this' conspiracy," she commented, bouncing lightly on the new bed, which refused to make a sound in response."Well..." said Misty with a.