I closed my eyes and tried to collect myself. As I relaxed, I heard a contented sigh slip from my lips, and I gently squeezed John’s arm as it cradl...d mine while his other hand rubbed lotion up and down my arm. John moved his stool to the other side and began rubbing my second arm. I reciprocated by grasping his arm more suggestively and rubbing up and down it, imagining it was his cock, before checking myself and releasing it. “Sorry,” I said, “I guess I got carried away.” John glanced at his. At the top of her open slit her clitoris was erect, hard, poking out. I touched it with the thick tip of the phallus. A shiver went through her body. Against her bonds she felt for the phallus, trying to impale herself upon it. I dribbled a small quantity of lubricant onto her pussy. While she wanted the pain, and I was about to grant her wish, I didn’t want to tear her flesh. I placed the thick tip of the phallus against the dark pink open entrance of her vagina. Vainly she tried to raise her. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help it. Honest." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Go over to the bed, Babygirl."I did so and watched as he walked up to me. He leaned me back and spread my legs. He rubbed on my clit and a moan escaped my mouth."Don't you dare make a sound. If you do, I'll whip you. You cannot come unless I say so. Do you hear me?" Yes, Daddy."Daddy pushed me back on the bed and undid my handcuffs only to cuff them to the rails at the bottom of our headboard. With my arms restricted, my pussy. As I lugged the tools from my storeroom, I thought of Barbara. As I carried the sacks of mulch from the car, my eyes teared. Barbara would have been appalled by those tears. She was probably sitting on the white cloud hovering over me, watching as I leaned on the handle of my spade in disconsolation. I could see her head gently shaking back and forth in a silent 'tsk tsk'."Jack," she would say, a hand lifting my chin to make me look at her. "Life goes on. You need to live each day to the.