But one night, my father went to take a dip in the lake and I went and followed, I had nothing better to do and I thought he would wear his swimming t...unks; but I was thankfully wrong as he was completely naked and showing off a hard eight inch dick. I had felt a tingling sensation in my pussy and I didn't know what to do, so I ran back to the tent and rubbed it to make it go away, but that made it feel better so I just continued, and since that trip I haven't been able to stop thinking about. "You should be," I said. "I'm not a sadist, although I think I could learn to be one. Seriously, I didn't enjoy making you wear the clothespins. I just wanted you to see how much it hurt. I found out I'm not a masochist either. I didn't know before, but now I do. I don't like pain at all."Sally cuddled against my arm. "I'm not a masochist either. Those clothespins hurt. My jaw hurts too. I'm sorry darling." We went to bed, and after cuddling a while, we went to sleep.A couple of Sunday's later. He was quite aroused. She sat back in her computer chair now swivelling slightly to either side, her long legs now neatly and elegantly crossed. Her skirt smoothed down, without a trace of where he had been. Her blouse still crisp, but now it appeared, the buds of her breasts had come alive, their trace just showing through faintly in the morning light. Her cheeks slightly flushed her blurry eyes now alive. That underlying excitement she sometimes suppressed, somehow betraying her. The morning. The masked woman asked civilly if she could be the first to ream her ass. Only Johnny remained quiet.?See if her cunt’s wet, Jilly.?The woman called Jilly crouched next to the kneeling Gemma and forced two fingers into her pussy. It took a little persuasion, for the flutter of arousal Gemma experienced earlier had vanished. Jilly acted. She placed her first two fingers against Gemma’s clit, and rubbed. Her other hand reached around from behind and probed her slit. She had done this on other.