The chains pulled her arms and legs tightly into the shape of an X. The platform tilted back a bit, leaning in a 60 degree angle this time.Something l...ke feathers began slowly teasing her sensitive nubs back into hardness. She sighed aloud at the feeling and felt her heat begin to rise again.She felt a small dildo, almost the size of a finger, begin to move slowly across her slit, massaging it. Gently, oh so gently.Too gently.She tried to buck against it, but no, she couldn't move at all. It. One of the ones who always died. But it could have been much, much worse. Once he had thesegarments on, he didn't look too bad. A bit heavy set, butmore feminine than not. Although the illusion was totallyshattered when he walked or talked, it was a good costume. Hejust dreaded having to make a public appearance wearing it.Nancy had graciously set aside some time to prepare a quickdinner. Kevin ate half heartedly, while Gina devoured hers. She was anxious to get going. Dreams of candy. ? Her father was kneeling on the floor with his head to the ground and her mother's three-inch heeled boot was planted firmly on the back of his neck.? She held in one hand a chain that was attached to her father's neck and pulled tight.? In her other hand was a long leather riding crop which her mother brought down again and again across her father's back and buttocks, cutting a red smile into his flesh every time she struck, all the while he whimpered and pleaded for mercy.? Finally when her. I don’t remember when, from what position, whether it was at the same time as me. None of that made its way into my memory. All I knew was that we had fucked and somehow it became one-thirty in the morning and we were still awake and fucking and sucking and licking and stroking. And I was still hard. At some point we both fell asleep with the lights on, lying naked with each other on top of her sheets, uncovered. And then at some point in the morning, we awoke (yes, I was still hard), and she.