It was over an inch wide and at least eight inches long. I was repulsed, scared and horrified I did not think I could take it in my mouth, let alone a...ywhere else. I didn’t want to take it either, they had had pictures, but I knew I had to do what I was told. I was definite that it wouldn't fit into my mouth and said so. He proved me wrong, so I stuck out my tongue, to form a long-wet runway for his cock as I had been taught, pulled my lips over my teeth and he entered my mouth, and let it. ..”He looked over at her, and then down at the two children between them.“She’s a photographer,” he said simply.“Yeah, and you must be too,” said Misty, thinking about the picture of Christy.He smiled for some reason, and Misty felt anger trying to wiggle its way into her chest. She somehow knew that he wasn’t going to give her any information about those pictures.“She showed me how to work the camera,” he said. “That’s all.”“I thought maybe she was one of your sisters, at first ... when we. She seemed fine, but Robert knew this was all part of her pattern. ‘Don’t bother to get dressed. You told me that you would do whatever it takes to have me back. Instead I show up here to see you drinking again. OK. I’m not going to take off again. We’re going to do something else.’ With that he ordered her to sit down. He told her that she was not to get up from that chair. If she did he would leave and she would never see him again. Then, in the same way that he would cross-examine any other. Y'know...tight-fitting and...girls in bikinis and...the obviousimpending disaster in that kind of scenario. So when I was told we weregoing on vacation, I had no intention of swimming. When we arrivedhowever, I realised that Mom had slipped those wretched trunks into mysuitcase, giving away her obvious intentions. Dammit, if I'd known Iwas going to be forced into something like that, I'd have at leastinvested in a pair of swim shorts like my brothers.Still, I'm not likely to have that same.