I put on the stockings and just pushed at the plug, I hurt so much but there was no time. I pulled up the panties and took a photo and sent it back by...text. I hoped he would not realise the plug was not in.A minute later, I got a reply. As the plug could not be seen, I would be punished at the weekend, but he was not going to release the video for just that. I realised just how serious this was getting.The next day, I left home complete with panties, stockings and plug and made my way to the. January 21 was when the doctor said it was hopeless.I can't say enough wonderful things about Hospice. I really can't talk about Hospice at all, except to say they are the most wonderful, caring, helpful human beings I've ever met. They explained to Stan, and to me, and to my dad and his girlfriend, what was happening, and why it was happening. People go through fairly predictable stages as they die. They made Stan's last job on this world much easier. He was fortunate, in that he didn't need. Once safely behind her closed and locked door she dug out the device herfriend had given her and removed the towel it was wrapped in. She coatedit with lube as instructed and then took a seat in the big chair in herroom and placed her legs over the padded arms.The anticipation of using this new device had gotten her hot and wet,but she ignored her burning pussy and began slowly pushing the butt pluginto her virgin ass. There was minimal discomfort at first until herbody accepted this. ”Stan thought this was it, she would break up with him here and now. Oh, how wrong was he, instead of getting the answer he was hoping for, his daughter said, “No way, I’m not into the gander studio types, and I love being treated as an equal.” But there was part of her that felt as if he was trying to control her, taking the first steps into dominating her, something she would love him to do.“You know what? I changed my mind,” Stan said suddenly as he took the bags from his daughter, as he.