I sat looking at the frozen image, myself, mouth open, eyes closed, the rubber cock buried in me all the way to those funny fake balls, and wondered i... I wasn't a little bit nutty. I really needed a man in my life. In my bed. Or a gal with a strap on. Mmmm. I guess that was when I realized--had to admit, actually, like an addict confessing in a support group--that I am addicted to this lonely lovely ritual: fucking myself with rubber toys until the intense waves of sexual pleasure carry me. " Was his verdict."We'll leave you to wander around Tony, when you reach a decision come up to the house and we'll talk." Thanks Doug, I'm sure we have a lot to look at. See you in a while then."We looked and poked around both inside and out. There was a huge concrete water tank at the back and what appeared to be a bore tank although the pump was not connected, something we need to talk about; water was going to be a big item when we got things up and running.Once we had our fill of exploring. Daddy and Samantha came into the pilothouse. Daddy had his arm around her waist, and Sammie had that total look of love, and brains fucked out pleasure, on her face at the same time.“Daddy, Dannie has been asking me some questions about why Sammie and I like to wrestle with you, all the time.”“I want to know why you and Sammie wear tiny little things and walk in front of daddy, and then he grabs one of you and takes you to the big bed to wrestle. I want to know that too.” Dannie added.Daddy. ” I grinned back at her and said: “I think you should play with yourself.” She apparently agreed, so she reached down and started rubbing her clit and masturbating for us. The guy looked at her and me and asked, in his Russian accent, “Do you mind if I masturbate with you?” Megan quickly answered. “No, not at all.”The guy started unbuttoning his shorts. The three of us would look around, every few seconds, to see if anybody was approaching. He slid his shorts, completely off and moved in really.