Week 2: Time was crucial if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated strong woman she was into a quivering pile of sex meat then I... wanted to make sure I was thorough. These seven days were spent in isolation, focused on dedicated fuckmachine training and limbering stretches. Getting used to 24hr plug wear. The actual fuck machine settings weren't all day long of course, but in between there were plenty of other chores for her to do. Cooking and cleaning and all the. The first two weeks were magical but by now Jay has become his old self, aggressive, domineering, condescending and cold. Living with Jay is a constant balancing act. Jay pays the rent and help with food, he's very responsible. But when he's upset it gets ugly and its not like it was before, when he could just go home to his girlfriend. Today started off well, Jay was on the couch watching the history channel, I stood in the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror. My thoughts are so. It wasn't even human. It was guttural, from the depths of her lungs."Mom! I'm so sorry mom!" Sarah said, tears welling up in her eyes as her dad thrusted in and out of her. Her mother plunged forward in some panicked state, and tried ot help her off of him, but it was no use. He was too strong. Defeated, her mother fell down onto the floor, in a total state of shock."How could you Harold! Get off my baby! Get away from my baby!"Her dad laughed. He continued to thrust into her."I thought this. I was right, her crotch was like a little furnace and seemed to welcome my investigating fingers. Firstly I laid one finger along the line of her split and pressed gently, feeling, with some surprise, her lips open to allow my finger to penetrate deeper before clamping closed to try and keep it in place. Rachel was definitely excited and when I began to slide my finger back and forth I could feel her lips swell and open more permanently and I wished I could see what was revealed.Forcing my hand.