We’ve talked about it. Most people seem to think that sex, and love, is a limited resource, and you have to be careful not to use it up, whereas the...truth is that its more like something that becomes more abundant with use. Love is additive.”Then you made my heart stop. That was when you said, “Uncle Charles, I love you. I want you to be my first.”I paused, not knowing what to say. What was the meaning of your words? Was I to take them seriously, and respond accordingly? If I did, and if you. Although ... there would probably be a price to pay." What, you mean go to the toy store when we want to be together for a while. I know Clara would go for it, but I doubt that her Mistress would like it." Oh, I'm sure her Mistress would be fine with it, as long as you volunteered your little body to be used as a demonstration." You mean letting myself get strung up and whipped for whoever wants to watch. I think that's a bit of a big price for an orgasm or two." Not even for a few wild,. It was so tight, and he started to bleed a little, but I just kept sliding my dick in and out, using only my spit and his blood as lube. It felt so good, his tight ass squeezing my dick. I said, scream all you want, no one will hear you. He just started crying quietly. I felt my cock start to throb. I was going to cum soon, so I took it out of his ass and watched the spit and blood drip out of his now gaping hole. My dick had blood on it and some specs of brown at the tip. I turned him over. Marquaise screamed loudly and kicked her legs only to have them captured and pulled out at angles. Her ankles finding the same coarse bite of ropes as they were trussed up leaving her splayed over the table, her bare toes barely touching the cool stones of the hall. The hard rounded with time and smoothly polished to her father’s tastes, ground hard and deep against her waist. She heard the ripping of cloth before she felt the cool brush of air and the hard coldness of the razor sharp steel.