”“So Riley, what shall we get?”“I don’t know, I’ve never seen anything like this before.”“Shall we get some more dildos or vibrators, ...r what about some spanking weapons?”Riley’s eyes lit up on the last suggestion but she didn’t say anything so I grabbed her hand again and pulled her over to an impressive ***********ion of whips, paddles, canes and things that I hadn’t a clue what they were called.“Pick 1 Riley, hell, make that 2 or 3, if we’re going to spank each other we may as well have a. "Don't these feel nice? They are a fine denier and costly. Wewill have to shave the little bit of leg hair you have tomorrow so thatyou run them. And they will feel even better. Do you like them?" Yes, they are soft and kind of slippery." I murmured. The passingcomment about shaving my legs not even registering.By the time Claire had fastened the garters in the front and had mestand so she could do the back ones, I had finished my beer. Catchingsight of myself in the dresser mirror made my cock. “Everything is as it should be, DJ,” I said and started out the door.She put her hand on my arm and stopped me.“Stay with me for a little while Josh, I hate being by myself.”“Whatever you want, DJ, it’s your night.”“Goody,” she said with a smile. “Come up stairs with me so I can ditch these shoes, my feet are killing me. Then I’ll put on some coffee and we can hang out.”Dakota had her own bedroom and it reflected her personality. She had a bookcase overflowing with serious looking tomes on math. "Oh, Mommy, I know you're not dumb. If I can fit a book under your door, I can fit a pole under and push the legs out from a leaning chair. The internet has answers for everything!" Does it have an answer for protecting a mom from rape?"His eyes lit up. "Gee, you liked the book that much? I figured I'd have to supply you with half of my collection before you wanted to read porn on the internet! You're coming along nicely. Are you ready for a snack that'll soothe your tummy?" He strutted.