I has unceremoniously bundled onto a large refectory table in the middle of the room, the guerrillas did not miss an opportunity to rub at my bruised ...its and cunt: My hands were drawn out to the edges of the table and fastened to eye bolts in the floor, a rope was fastened over my tummy and under the table thus securing all bodily movement and my legs were spread wide apart with a five foot spreader bar, which in turn was pulled up to the ceiling via a pulley system.My heaving bruised breasts. "You mean it's your penis?" She excitedly asked before he could continue. John looked at her in shock, slowly nodding. "Yes it is, and sometimes it gets hard," he slowly said, not sure how else to put it. Jenna kept up with her innocent play, "why does it get hard sometimes?" John looked at her with his mouth agape, shocked by her question. "Well it happens when a guy..." he trailed off, trying to figure out how to put it. "When a guy what daddy?" Jenna asked, wanting to find out how he would. Even poured a little cement waterfall with a small pool, put in a recirculating system. Next I put in rows of hydroponics, the soilless kind, in no time I had a garden growing in there. The idea was veggies in the Fall and Winter, it was fun to do and kept my mind off Sofia. I was out there one day fiddling around using a brush to hand polinate some Squash plants when I looked up and saw Sofia coming around the corner. ‘Hi! I knocked, you must not have heard me.’ ‘Sorry, come on in.’ I looked. He was right although she didn't say so or show it either. His hands on her boobs did feel good and although she liked it, a lot more then she should, she knew she had to stop, and at all costs if she could."But Father! Father we can not. We should not" she tried getting across to him."Ohhhhhh sister, what you do not know" he said, knowing what he wanted next."Pardon me" she said."Here let me show you something" he told her.With that he took her hand. He lowered it, unknowingly, to his crotch.