" Well, I let him put his finger inside me." Did he play with you until you got excited?" He did a little, but then he wanted me to do stuff with him....He took his pants down and I played with him." Did you kiss it and suck it?" Yes." Did he shoot into your mouth, and did you swallow it?" No, I pulled my head away when he did that." And is he the only boy that you have done that with?" No, I did it with another boy one time, but then he wanted to go all the way and I wouldn't do it, so we broke. This was good, our sex life had lost its early excitement and the stories she had to tell spiced things up and I was now already hooked on sloppy seconds (or thirds?)after she she had returned home from a quick shag in the grass, she told me the same guy had come round to the house in the afternoon for sex. He liked her to keep all her clothes on and to wear black stockings. He lay on top of her and pushed her pants to one side. She had worn her nice short leather mini skirt and thin white. He took my hand and made me stand up, then he sat down again and pulled me near him. He took my bra off and stared at my breasts. After a little while he ran his thumb across my left nipple and it got hard. “Daddy please…” “Shhhh” He then took his other thumb and did the same thing making the other one stand hard too. I knew I shouldn’t like it but I did. He then put his hands over my breasts and started massaging them slowly. He kept massaging one and then he lifted his hand from the left one. Without saying a word to Timothy, Christine strapped Timothy to the hand truck using the moving strap. She cranked the strap so tightly Timothy could barely breathe. The three women hugged and Christine told them she would call them when she was ready. Hearing the word ?ready,? Timothy legs trembled and he would have collapsed if he were not bound to the hand truck. His head was swimming and he thought he would pass out. But while he didn’t, and as Christine wheeled him to her Escalade,.