She nodded. " There are a lot of things that I would need to tell you why I brought you here.How about we make a deal?You agree to do what we tell you...and when you complete it, we will tell you why you were brought here and when we told you all the reasons, we will set you free.Your choice.Listen and go,or listen while being down here for the rest of your life.Choose.". Amy went with the first choice, and the first thing that she need to do was to put on a handcuff,. I needed a more comfortable position. To my disappointment, the bottom half of the massive dildo was relatively dry. I had successfully deepthroated smaller items including a foot-long hotdog. El Toro, however, dwarfed even that in thickness and rigidity, and every attempt to take its full length had ended in gagging fits. With the prospect of meeting my golden God on the horizon, insecurity coaxed me into one more try. I lay prone on the kitchen counter with my full breasts thrust toward the. I loved spending time with Rachel because she was down to earth and genuine and that is what drew me to her even closer.Perhaps she was too genuine in that she never mixed words. She would tell you what was on her mind and what she thought about a subject and wouldn't care whether or not she was tactful in doing it. In her words she was a "free spirited redneck" who was very much on the trashy side but she was damned proud of it. In her words Rachel was "Delightfully Tacky and yet. Now I had to have my son inside of me! Since Eric doesnt live with us, I had to wait anxiously for his next visit. Finally, after a month of anticipation and some amazing fantasy induced masturbation sessions, a visit was planned. Eric would be here for 1 week. I started to worry and freak out a little bit. What if Eric didnt want me? What if I didnt turn him on? What if I freaked him out? Hes still, after all, my son and I would never want to hurt him! I devised a plan to seduce my son. On.