” “Your nipples should be hard and super sensitive 24/7, the slightest touch or brush against them causing your cum juices to run freely from your...molten pussy, to wear your metal slave collar as a symbol of your total wantonness but also your unavailability to any sexual demand but mine.” “Ideally I would take you to have your nipples and your clit hood pierced, ringed and then a fine chain to link them so it constantly jolts you with the pure sex of your being aroused yet belonging totally to. 5mg Premarin, 5 mg Provera, and 100mg generic Spiro. But I'm thinking of changing that some." I scribbled the names down, all fairly standard stuff. "Why?" "From what I'm reading it seems like Estrace and Prometrium would be better choices and my Spironolactone dosage is a little on the low side. I'd like to go to IMs, but that's a bit of a problem without a doctor." So she was self-medicating, not a big surprise there. I wrote down "Prometrium?", I'd need to look that one up later as I didn't. Then I see her dad standing in the kitchen doorway. He is staring at Anna just like I am. I see his cock stiffen immediately at this display.. Anna with her long, tan legs spread wide open fingering her young pussy. Her dad moves quickly across the room and Anna looks up startled, but her dad smiles at her and a look of relief passes over her face. She knows she is about to feel great. "Lie on the table and open your legs so I can eat my dinner." Her dad commands her. I feel Anna's weight as. Turning at the bannister, she looked up and saw a tail of pink ribbon laying along the next riser, and smiling, she began to follow. Stooping to nab the pale silk in her fingers, she recognized it as the tie from one of her robes, and arched a brow, wondering what on earth her crazy hubby was up to. Advancing up, she reached the second floor, and saw one of her slippers laying half-in the doorway to their bedroom. Snatching up the slipper, she saw the other laying on the bed, yet another note.