I'm thinking about what little family I have. I'm thinking about growing old. I'm thinking about whether I can have kids or not. Whether I want kids o... not. I'm thinking about the last two nights with Michelle. I'm thinking about whether the slaves are going to go insane without some live cock. I'm wondering if I'll go insane without some live cock. I'm wondering if any of my friends will still like me. I'm wondering if they'll like me too much. Well, I guess I'm still a compulsive worrywart. (I was loving this).She smiled, acknowledging my excitement. “So basically I used to use using my mums vibrator, as a sex toy, but I didn’t know that it was actually a sex toy”. She laughed like she was telling me a pub joke! My wide eyes and open mouth expression must have encouraged her to continue.She went on, “the silly thing was that, cause I was young, I couldn’t actually get it into my pussy at first, so I used to rub my pussy with my fingers and would put my mums vibrator up my arse”.. Nothing special."She finally calmed down and ended up wearing a white blouse with a pair of embroidered jeans.The first thing Beth did when we got to the house was to ask my mom how she could help, which led to the two of them heading into the kitchen, Beth carrying a big bag she'd brought along. I hoped they were just getting dinner ready, but when I headed in there to get Cokes for The Pest and I, I found the two of them, thick as thieves, whispering over the sink. Now, I'm glad that my girl. “You are nothing but a filthy slut. Just three fuck holes for Daddy to use,” he exclaimed. He was thoroughly using and fucking me for his pleasure at this point. I realized that I was nothing but a toy for him to masturbate with. The culmination of that realization and his forceful thrusting into my tiny body, brought me close to the edge of orgasm. I loved being Daddy’s fuck toy. I loved to have my holes filled with his cock and his cum. I frantically rubbed my clit and slid two fingers into.