”“Who’s Big Ben?” I asked.“That’s what we call the strap-on,” Jessie explained. “it’s eight inches long and thick.”“Sorry, daddy... I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but oh my god, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had, and as God is my witness, he will NEVER forget the fucking I just gave him.”- -Christy and Caleb continued their budding relationship over the next month. Caleb became a regular fixture in our house, often coming after work to relax with Christy. His only. It sounded like the screwdriver was winning handily.Wait, I should probably back up to explain where we were and how we got there.((One Hour Earlier))It was around midnight. Emma had left a while earlier to go pet sit for Brent and usually I’d be exhausted by that point, but all the excitement had me wired so I was surfing online. Jess was occupied cleaning the house as she was want to do when she is bored.Emma had given us enough information about Todd, so I decided to see his Facebook page. "Fran, will you allow me to take you to the Prom?"There was a brief silence where you could have heard a pin drop, and then the noise returned with lots of derisive laughter. To my consternation Fran fled the room with tears streaming down her cheeks. I was about to run after her, but Linda - another girl from 'The Tracks' - caught my arm to hold me back. "That was mean. She is suffering enough - why do you want to humiliate her like that?"I stared at Linda. "What are you talking about?" I. She flexed her wrists, silky material twisting over them. So she was blindfolded. And bound. She knew that much. Maybe this was some kind of birthday prank or something. Or a surprise. She didn't put it past her friends to do something like this, and this did feel like one of Trina's scarves binding her wrists.She pursed her lips, hands lowered back to her stomach. Her bare stomach, she realised. She splayed her hands out, wriggling them down. No underwear. And judging from the flesh pressing.