“Hold on.” I tell him as I leave to go get my dildo. I return with a rubber cock. It’s smooth and veiny, at least two hands tall.“I call him, ...cott.” I say with a smile.“Oh fuck me!” He says.“That’s the plan. Kind of.”I raise my leg up and insert the tip of Scott. I needs to get it wet, so I only go a little more at a time. My juices flow around it and I’m almost worried I will leave a stain on my chair. The cock is now deep inside me and it feels good. I close my eyes and imagine it’s the real. I imagine that he blackmails me. Then my fantasies really begin to take off at high speed. He takes lewd pix of me and finds my parents address. He threatens to send the pix to them, unless I submit even more.Soon, I lose control over my wardrobe. I have to wear stockings and garters; not pantyhose and no pants whatsoever. Then my panties are gone; then shorter skirts and dresses, higher heels, more makeup. He enjoys insulting and verbally abusing me. When I’m with him, I have to ask for. "Mom, you should have checked where I was before you came in!" Sorry. Hey, what's with the clothes?" Well, Lindsey's here. You don't expect me to..." He caught a look at his mother's face and knew exactly what she expected. "Oh, no! No way! This was supposed to be just family! I could never..." Mark, Honey, the idea is for you to be comfortable naked. If you can be OK around your friend, just think how comfortable that will make you." But not Lindsey!" I know, you'd like to have her be your. Those pictures were taken the first time Mary was close to being her old self since she was attacked. I think she'll treasure them for the rest of her life. They show a side of Mary that some of us thought we'd never see again. I've even caught Mom tearing up a couple of times when she was looking through them." I'm surprised you showed them around that much. I could have gotten into trouble for taking those pictures." Oh, Bullshit. There wasn't anything in any of those pictures you can't see.