He said that I should not be so honest and open when I spoke to her. I laughed and we opened another beer. My dad helped me with a few more small proj...cts inside the house and I knew that in some of the positions I was in he could clearly see my panties and the thought stirred feelings that I knew were totally strange. I told my dad that I wanted to clean the fan blades of a ceiling fan in the living room and got a ladder to reach the fan. As I climbed the ladder dad told me not to go so high. She truly began crying when she saw my array of tools. The whips, the restraints, the ropes, different types of chains. Then the rows and rows of dildos and plugs, rubber, silicone, wood, steel. There were a few fucking machines, and some power tools with sexual attachments. She would get them all before her training was over. But today, today was preparation. She would know only darkness and humiliation for today. I took her to the wooden x, put her in restraints, and then, to add a touch of. “Oh no you don’t, whore,” he growled as he grabbed bothhands and moved them away.He wanted to humiliate her, here in her own home, forher hateful behavior toward everyone around herincluding himself. He slapped her again with less forcethis time and noticed the beautiful fire in her eyes,the evident self-righteous anger she was feeling.“You have beautiful breasts mother, how about lettingme lick them for you and alleviate a little of thatsexual tension,” he told. A stupid boy in love with a woman, wanting her to love him like her boyfriend, not her stepson. His heart had been broken, but he didn't want to break Gloria's. “Whatever,” he said. “If you knew I was watching, you wouldn't have done it.”Jayda filled her lungs, and her nipples responded to the material's caress. There wasn't a bright-yellow bathing suit under there now. “Why not?” she asked. “You liked it, didn't you?”Evan had, and he wouldn't mind seeing it again, but he didn't believe her..