He strolled casually over and took a seat kitty-corner to me. He leaned close and quietly said, "Can we keep this our little secret, Cindy?"I felt pap...er tickle my left knee. I looked a question at Randy. He told me to take it. I reached down, grasped the paper, brought it to my lap, and looked. It was a twenty-dollar bill. I smiled and placed it in the leaves of my book. "Is it a deal?"I said, "Sure."He smiled. His hand rested on my bare knee. He gave it a gentle squeeze and said, "You could. You’ll have to rely on the feel of that plug as your anus grips it in fear, and the tingling of your balls in shame as you’re reduced to tears...” Her dominant haughtiness peaked as she watched him shiver at the thought of that whip, and the tears he’d be reduced to in utter humiliation.“ ... and how you’ll welcome the grip of that rope ... once the whip from all these ladies has made you nice and ready for it!” She jerked his head up with the leash, and laughed cynically at his gasp of. Why, even the adults could use it now and then," she smirked."I think that's a terrific idea. Leave it to me," I volunteered. I got a big smile from Yolanda, so I knew I was on solid ground. I did pause to wonder how Meg came up with the idea.It turned out to be an "off-season" project. The wedding was scheduled first, with the reception in the back yard, so by the time the contractor could begin work, it would almost be November. I thought that would be great timing, the pool easily being. She told me that she had “got a but plug and a dildo and I practice stretching it when I can especially when parents are out I try stay plugged for as long as possible so I’m ready to be used by fat cocks daddy”. She had already taken to calling me Daddy. During the course of October and November we exchanged numerous messages with each other, the next one filthier than the last. As an example, here is a message from 14 November; “ fuck yes daddy I do I’m such a fat faggot slut that craves.