“You seem almost ready now, baby,” Rod said. “Now a few restraints.” He roped her ankles, her legs spread wide, to the foot of the bed. He put...a rope across her neck, underneath her fat jowls, so she could move, but not get up. He put the handcuffs on her wrists, her hands in front of her so she could work the vibrator and anything else that might be presented to her this night. He strapped the ballgag over her ruby red mouth. “You are ready now, sweetheart, for the test,” Rod declared. Jackie. I sighed heavily. “I…” I took a deep breath. “I was really depressed afterward. For months. Everyone knew something was wrong with me. My parents. Her parents. And of course she knew too.” I paused. “I didn’t tell them anything, but maybe…”“Did they take you to see a therapist or anything?” Gabriella asked gently, sounding more like she was just curious.I shook my head. “No. I mean, why would they? Yeah, I was acting strange, but I didn’t say anything odd. And even if I did see a therapist,. " He nodded - apparently satisfied with the answer and clearly neither shocked by, nor adverse to, the idea of younger siblings.The reactions from the three young women were rather diverse. Melissa blushed prettily, Lydia simply beamed - but Emma, who had remained very silent, looked positively pained. When she noticed I looked at her she lowered her gaze and would not let me get eye contact. This was going to be difficult.Driving home we chatted about their trip to Jutland and our trip to. Roberta was wearing a sweatshirt and cut-off shorts that exposed her fleshy and, I thought, exquisite thighs. There were a stack of coffee cups and a pot of coffee on the table between the two parents, and I sauntered over to request a cup of coffee. It was offered before I could ask, by Theo, who proceeded to pour me a cup and hand it to me. Holding the saucer in one hand, I stood in front of them sipping the refreshing warm liquid. Ms. Wentworth seemed to glance at my lower body."Look at.