She felt her mother’s hands running through her hair and caressing her scalp.“I know mommy,” she looked up at her mother and felt like she was a...out to cry, “I wasn’t thinking that was all.”“Well you have to get punished,” she heard her father.“He’s right, honey, you know that.”Linda felt a lump forming in her throat. These past two days have been both awful and humiliating and exciting. She didn’t know if she was scared of her punishment or looking forward to it.“I’m sorry,” she looked up at. That may have been the only thing they had incommon, she thought to herself.Now it had been three months. Three months since she’d had anythinginside her that didn’t run on batteries. She laid back against thesoft covers, remembering the feeling of the hot shower against herbody, the gently pounding beat of the water teasing her nipples andsliding over her soft breasts. She closed her eyes and slid her legstogether, loving the smoothness of her skin.She raised her arms over the edge of the. I am an average girl but I do have one failing, I love being talked dirty too over the phone.When I started my first job after college I would often come home very late.Usually every one would be asleep when I came home but I used to come in the back way so as not to make too much noise.One night as I walked into the kitchen and I could hear my older brother talking on the phone in the study.The door was ajar and I looked in. I think I was more surprised than shocked by the sight of him sitting. The beginnings of a smile began to show. She had survived, and her relief was evident. I was still hard as a rock, and stroking it, but beginning to breathe easier than I had in the last half hour. Thinking like that is sometimes referred to as counting your chickens before they hatch because,The next thing we knew, Bill was at the foot of the table gathering the straps attached to Ann’s ankles. This entire time her ass was about even with the end of the table. Only her upper body from the.