They looked up at me, and I saw Virginia looked nervous, but Essie and Linda giggled.“Would you stop hassling your brother! It’s perfectly natural...for him to pull his tinky winky!” my Mom stood up for me.My boner would not subside.“Is it though? He is up there all day jerking off!” Erica demanded.“Is that true, Schmoopie?” Mom asked me.“No, Maybe, Yes,” I insisted. I had been caught red-handed quite literally with a red sore dick from masturbating.“Please lock your door and be more discrete. I was still in a state of a shock. I just could not stop wondering if it was all a dream. It was so unlike me, so against my beliefs, I felt it was impossible to be true. I just could not believe I had been such a dirty whore, shamelessly orgasming to the thoughts of her very own son fuck her.I felt like a disgraceful woman who had just cheated on her husband.But as much as I wanted to cry, I also realized my pussy was getting wetter and wetter every second I spent thinking about what just. I knew about this, because I found the file containing his tax records; it was listed under "Render Unto Caesar."OK, so now I had the head man's story, what about the daughters? I pick mommy first, for no particular reason, but her computer was a big problem. The reason was that she had everything poked in there helter-skelter. I couldn't believe that she was that disorganized, so she must have a hidden key to keep everything straight. Then I found it—every file name beginning with "c" was. The leather ties that would bind her ankles. Looking away. Looking away. The smooth, dark wood over which they’d have her bend, the ties for her wrists on the opposite side. Looking away. Looking away.She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. It was cold. So cold, sitting here, naked, on this solitary plastic chair. A single bulb hung above her, the only frail source of light or warmth in this lonely place.She’d been caned on admission, as the magistrate had instructed to her shock and.