I ate it up. My ego knew Iwas able to control him. So I asked him what he would do if I untied him.I wanted to make certain he wasn't going to tell my...nanny or my parents. "I will be so grateful Justin. What would you want me to do?" he asked.I just stared at him... waiting. Chase continued, "Justin please I willdo anything." Anything?" I asked. Hmmm. I had to think... what would be the mostembarrassing thing for an 11 yr old boy. I knew it had to be veryhumiliating. I knew I was beginning. Dad went on and on about them all being drug taking criminals, who would most likely rape (actually dad said ‘take advantage’ but his tone said ‘rape’) a young girl like me at the drop of a hat. My mother wasn’t going to stand for dad saying that about Rocky and jumped into the argument on my side, by saying that Stuart and his friends were nice boys who wouldn’t do anything like that. Yes, she said, they dressed in leather jackets and rode motorcycles, but they were always courteous and even. ”It was now a routine, a habit, with Cayuse and me. As we’d done in Little River, we rode out of town two or three days a week and practiced up on our shooting skills. It was cold work, winter work, often in heavy snow. But winter was what we had.Some mornings we took Rebecca and Rosie with us. They weren’t near as comfortable with weapons as the Gilmore Girls, but time would help. Should help.Cayuse and I spent a little time with our long guns — his Sharps buffalo rifle and my lever-action. “Are you thinking of Mom?”“Yes Baby, I’m thinking of your mom.”Do I believe that? No, I don’t think so, but I can never honestly know what dad feels when he masturbates, or who or what he fantasizes about when he cums. It might be mom, or it might be some television actress, and of course, it might be…I think I am probably better off not knowing.Moaning now, Dad begins lifting his hips and thrusting his panty-wrapped cock into my hand. He becomes more animated, pushing and fucking my circling.