He’d been promising me a tour of the Capitol if I kept my grades up. Our first night there, Dad insisted I sleep in his bed. He said he felt like ca...ching up on some television and a little drinking. I kissed him affectionately and went to bed. When I checked Dad a few hours later his bottle was down about halfway and he had kicked off his blanket. There was nothing halfway about his erection, though! I decided to do a little improvisation of my own as Seductress Susan and took my nightgown. Here she was, maybe a 48 10-year-old, rail skinny, and she walked around with a pair of B cups that looked huge on her. You had hatched a plan to see them, so you waited until one day when you were hanging out with Jenny and Kiera had come home from school. Of course, the first thing she did was get out of her school uniform. And when she went into the bathroom to change, you waited a tic, and then made your way there to go use the bathroom and walk in on her. When you barged in there and faked. " I scratched the back of my head for a brief moment before continuing on what I was gonna tell him, and I said, "Well then Josh, I suppose it'd be best if we get goin now or it'll be dark before we reach our rest stop, and we'd run the risk of having to camp out somewhere dangerous... Go on now boy..." He carried on packing more of our food into baskets and preparing jugs of water for the trip. I imagined that Josh was great at doing indoor stuff, such as cooking and cleaning, much like a. My nipples never need sucking or stretching to erection. The sight and thought of the clamps application is enough. A clumsy hand combined with a number of attempts to apply the clamp in the perfect way is enough to sell the virtues of a heavy gag. One Mistress was so fascinated about the level of pain fresh hold my nipples can manage; she freed one hand from its restraint, oiled and demanded I apply my own nipple clamps, insisting on a perfect horizon when secure. It took a good slippery 20.