Her voice quietened. She sighed and closed her eyes, her thoughts shifting to Jason. No matter how hard she tried to keep up the pretence of happiness... Molly just wanted him home. Three weeks he'd been gone now; an out-of-state business trip he wasn't due to return from until the weekend. Molly didn't know if she could hold out another four days. She needed his strength and humour to help her through the day. Someone to talk to once the kids were in bed and it grew quiet at night. She needed. Can we do something different for the cuffs?”“Like what?”“I was thinking maybe with the added room in the back you could strap each of our ankles together. The last time in the truck my legs almost cramped from having Syndy’s over mine. I thought this Suburban would make that so much nicer. Also maybe those nasty fucking thing you put on my clit wouldn’t be there; just a little bit of them at a time. Last time it was like three days before my poor clit could stand to have my panties touch. Practice girls, practice what you learned yesterday." I left them with lunch and returned to the house.They ate lunch in silence. Afterwards, Natalie retreated to the bed. Cassandra joined her. There was a very short argument similar to the previous day. I had the feeling Natalie was arguing more for form. Cassandra quickly convinced her to lay back. Cassandra brought her to a jolting orgasm and after a rest, Natalie returned the favor. Tomorrow they would be ready for more.The script followed. Now she was a sweet, innocent teenaged girl again, just a normal child enjoying her first masturbation pleasures by herself. It made her feel clean, like the shower itself. She didn't feel dirty or used or like the daughter of a filthy, perverted father. She was a good girl... cumming!Her orgasm was a nice one, not violent like those created in her by her vicious dad. It gently rippled through her luscious young body and made her smile. It was pleasant for her.Even after it was over, she found.