Then she looked up and saw my teasing smile. She smiled back and responding to the challenge, in a more conversational tone she said, "I like the way ...y nipple clamps feel when I put them on and tighten them down. It turns me on. It makes me want to get fucked!"She turned bright, bright red again. But she was grinning at me. More importantly, she looks strong. That hunted animal look I saw in her eyes at the mixer is gone. I winked at her and returned my attention to the display of sex. You love it all: fucking, sucking, ass fucking. Do you understand?”“Yes, Davy.” Her voice was that dead trance sound. Now the hard part.“You will always be available for Dad and for me, always. But, you will find a man, the right man for you. When it is the right man, you will fall in love just as if you were unprogrammed and you will marry. Then, you will be an excellent wife and bear his children. You will be an excellent mother. He will be your man. Then, he will control your sexuality. We got to the local Asda and made a beeline for the c***drens clothes area - confused? I was until she mentioned she can get into a lot of k**s sizes clothes and they're cheaper - ok, lets see where this goes! She said that sometimes it made her feel 'special' when she was on her own - by that I assumed she meant when she's having some of her own special time. She started picking up blouses, short skirts, little panties, knee high socks, T bar style Mary Jane shoes - she said sometimes she. "Breakfast over, they cleared up and John checked the engine oil and coolant level and then the moment had arrived. Jan came out on to the swimming deck naked. She lowered the short swimming ladder and for a few moments stood looking out over the river. John gazed at her: her slim body and swell of her breasts like those of a young nubile girl, and above all her long shapely legs at the top of which he could see the shadow of pubic hair over her prominent mons and a hint of her sweet womanhood.