Changing into a nightie she curled up in the huge soft bed and went to sleep. Darkness. Nothing but darkness. No hint of light, no moon or stars, simp...e nothingness. Out of the silence comes a noise. What was it? A rat? The wind? Could it have been…a ghost? No. She has more sense than that. But then again… Hot breath upon the nape of her neck. Her body stiffens. Her thoughts churning, her heart pounding. She can’t move. She needs to know what is behind her so she turns, but yet she can see. From the moment, the door was to be open at all times. Travis and I began to see less of each other but the times when we did, we would be at my house in the den watching television or playing videogames, with the door open, of course. During these times, I gave Travis about half a dozen handjobs times and I secretly considered myself getting good at it, as he would squirt so quickly. Everyone in awhile he would put his fingers between my legs but I would certainly make up for it in my little. I remember him making me roll to one side, and he hit my thighs and ass. With what? His belt? The wooden spoon? Then he had me roll to the other side and did the same thing. I know I came again. More than once.Then I remember him untying my wrists and I got off the bed. He had me stand at the foot of the bed and bend over. I think he used the plastic rod on me then, a lot. The egg was providing this constant background of arousal and I was walking a tightrope, so aroused, so close, but not. I eventually came to one of the rooms and in the corner I could see a small pile of paper. I went over wondering what it was and got a real surprise it was a pile of girlie magazines in almost pristine condition. I knelt down and in the sunlight shining thru the gun slit I started to leaf thru the pages of one magazine. These I found were not just girlie magazines but porno magazines and I was soon engrossed in looking at pics of girls sucking on hard big cocks and of them taking them in their.