.......In the now lit up basement, I saw infront of me what my Mistress Chrissy had prepared... A torture rack! It looked like a normal long wooden ta...le with leather wrist/ankle restraints at the top and bottom of it and a wheel at the top which, when rotated, tightens and constricts the chain attached to the restraints, causing the stretching out of the victim's body, that victim soon being me! I don't know how I've never noticed her setting that up in the basement before, but I realised. I started by giving it a blowjob to lube it up. Then I slowly began to push the rubbery shaft into my asshole. It felt great. I slowly worked it in and out loosening my hole more with every cycle. After a few minutes I was going to town on my ass and was so caught up in the pleasure I didn"t even notice my dad standing in the doorway watching me. I was kind of embarrased but knew that he understood why I liked it. The next thing that happened was the last thing that I ever suspected. My dad. Her cushiony pussy muscles gripped tightly around his fingers. He kneaded the cheeks of her ass, his head reeling. "Goddamn, you're a hot little bitch." Yessss," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Hot for cock. Your cock, Uncle Harry!" She jerked her hips, rotating them, and ground her cunt down on her uncle's jabbing fingers."My asshole, too," she moaned, then realized what she had said. "Finger-fuck my asshole, too."Harry didn't believe it. His baby niece was creaming his fingers, begging to. “You really looked pretty tonight. Not that you don’t always look pretty but it is good to see you healing and that dress is mighty pretty too.” Ok so now he was rambling, say goodnight and get the hell out. But he couldn’t.“Do you need anything, or can I get you anything before bed?” He asked stepping closer to her.“Well yes I could use some help.”“Just name it.”“Can you help me get my night gown on? Elizabeth could be a while and I am really sleepy. I don’t want her to cut her evening short.