Abby knows she’s still young and that he means well, so she listens to her dad. Being the good girl she is, she doesn’t like to make him unhappy. ...he knows he loves her. But she is beginning to get curious.Some of the boys are looking at her now, and when she hangs out with her friends, they’re always talking about sex. She doesn’t know specifics, and she’s always too bashful to ask them questions. Abby is starting to get horny, too. The other night she laid in her bed, and her hand slowly. Now the real story comes. I live alone in my apartment, one day she asked me to come to her area. I went there and she asked me to go a little far from her house and I did the same as I was told then she came and we went to a lonely place where there was no one. We stayed there for about half an hour after that she wanted to go back to her house but I told her that I was hungry, then she took me to a nearby restaurant and we order the food, there we were all alone inside a small room. I started. Dad had a chair, but the rest of us just stood.Our Mothers were on their harps and struck the first note. All of the women picked it up and began to sing. The sound was terrific. It was an old Irish folk ballad they were singing in Gaelic. We had heard it many times, but this time it sounded different, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was until they reached the part that required a very high Soprano voice. Our Mothers and Sisters had always been less than pleased with their. But her body pleaded for something different all together.I trailed the flogger down over her mons and placed it lightly on the entrance to her sex. I slowly pulled it away, and it came back glistening.I gently placed the flogger under her nose. "It would seem your cunt likes the idea of a whipping little slave."Sarah moaned behind her gag.She moved her body side to side ... as if trying to escape me. We both knew she didn't want to escape. She was testing her bonds to ensure she couldn't ....