.. Nice to meet you," he said.Robbie was not expecting this. It had never happened before, and he wasn't sure if it was good or very, very bad."So wha... are you girls up to?" he asked, trying to keep his voice as casual possible."Just hanging out," said Chayla."No school today? How old are you anyway?" Fifteen," they both said in unison. "We got the day off. Teacher training day," said Emma."Oh, cool," said Robbie. He was in unfamiliar territory - talking to pretty girls! - and not at all sure. " Iwould always respond, "Dad, my love for you is the same. I can't begin toshow you the depth of that love." He would sigh, nod and smile and I wouldcontinue with our embrace and massage. The dreams were always related tomy mother. In time, these subsided and normalcy in his sleep returned.During the night, I would often hear him and see him in the dimness of thenight-light, massaging his cock and testicles. Once, I woke and lookedover to see the silhouette of my father's naked body and hard. They were cramping, but that is what happens when you are learning to wear material that bites. Finishing her drawing she dedicates it to Him, the captor of the night.Her captor instructs her to prepare. She inserts the rubber red ball into her mouth, pulling its straps tight. The straps pull the ball so far back, it makes it hard to breath. How dare she think about leaving it a bit loose. She would not loosen it. Could not loosen it. Her body screamed at her to rip it away, but her mind forbid. She began to hear zippers around her and knew that the men were taking their cocks out to stroke slowly while watching her. After a few minutes of teasing herself, she stood suddenly, then pulled her panties down slowly, seductively. Resuming her seat, the carefully pulled her high-heel clad feet from the panties, then, brazenly, offered the crotch to the two men in front of her, allowing them to sniff its damp, sweet aroma. She handed her panties to Him and then relaxed back into her seat,.