10 years ago I was neither 35, plump or blonde. I also wasn't single and that's how my story begins. My boyfriend, whom I loved very much, was a guy o...ut of the ordinary. Fit, smart, an enthusiastic and inspiring lover, well mannered, well spoken and, to say the least, well hung. My parents owned a dairy farm in the southernmost part of Sweden. They also bred pigs, since the yield from the cows alone wasn't enough to sustain us. For reasons of convenience, I still lived with my parents. Work was. That afternoon was spent playing electronic games. Jake stayed, probably so that he could look at our naked bodies and Piper’s little ‘A’s wobbling.Piper and I just managed to get dressed before Piper’s dad got home. We greeted him, me giving him a kiss on his cheek and letting him look down the baggy top that I’d hastily put on; then Piper and I went up to her room.About an hour later there was a knock on the door and Mrs Johnson said, “Girls, can you come downstairs please? There’s something. In reflection, I can probably attribute it to the likely sexual abuse she endured as an older teenage girl from her older lesbian step sister, which I only found out was a possible theory for her behavior after a conversation with the prior master after I had purchased her.She was more often than not a sweet girl and very obliging with her chores during her time with us here, but I many times found her being excessively uncooperative and intentionally not good with following directions. This. She revealed in the duty to make them hard again. It took all herskill to do so. She was a little disappointed when Tim suddenly announcedthat they were 'finally' done with the movement check. But she soonperked up when Allan rolled in a cart filled with dildos. Just they viewmade Candi cream herself."Candi? Candi, look at me." Reluctantly Candi obeyed and Tim continued."I want to use each dildo one after another. Start with one and we saywhen you switch to the next. Okay? No. Candi. Start with.