.. Yes ma'am, you were very lucky you called me, this is one of the worst types of Objects there are. This is one of the dreaded Sex Objects. You have...no idea how much damage these beasties can do."I removed my right arm from its sling. I was holding Julia vertically upside-down with my left arm around her waist in a way that also held the robe tight around her body. She's so much smaller than me that this was quite easy.I moved my right hand up near her crotch to make sure it could reach, then. They had argued back and forth until bedtime.She had become comfortable living with Simon. In fact her only complaint was his reluctance to talk about his past. This had been at the center of their argument. She had ties, obligations to her past while he was charging in the future.The moon had shown brightly when she had crawled into the bed she shared, surprisingly monogamously, with Simon. But now dawn had come and cast a soft light onto his sleeping form. Arabella gently removed the bed. For the first time in years, she's not in control, it's exciting, it's exhilarating and she's shaking with anticipation, I look down and stare her directly in the eyes, "Be a good girl and take my cock out."Straight away she's unbuttoning my jeans, the tool belt and hammer still around my waist, making her work for my cock, eventually amidst shaking like a leaf but bound by desire, lust and submitting herself I feel her warm slender hand find my now achingly hard cock. It springs out of my. Then she got kinda embarrassed and told me how Sister Agatha had made her feel better after the spanking, you know, like fingered her out for ten minutes and made her cum like three times or something..."He interrupted me and I rolled my eyes at him."No! Jen's not queer. God! Is that what you think? Like I'm a lesbian now?" I frowned at him. "Sister Agatha's probably gay, but that doesn't mean we are, you know." Tiffany!" Mom called from the kitchen. "Telephone!" What did you just say?" I.