"Soooo..."He laughed. "So... how are you doing like this?" Pretty good, but trust me when I say a good father probably doesn'twant to know the detail... of my day to day life."He snorted a laugh. "True enough, Father's never want to know abouttheir daughter's sex lives." But you never minded me telling you about it when I was a guy, isn'tthat a bit sexist?" Not wanting to know was your idea." Oh, it was just a heads up. I'm giving you every gruesome detail.Starting from the point where the. I was holding on hard to the auntie, almost hurting her as the pressure between my legs began to mount. She began to pick up pace and her finger began to rub furiously on my pussy. My crying also took the same pace as her rubbing as I moaned and shrieked in high pitch. After some time I let out a howl, as the dam inside my pussy burst. I felt my fluids gush out of my pussy, through her fingers. I was panting hard for my breath. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I had drenched auntie ‘s. They were told they could watch from there for now.They put a wrist strap on each of my wrists, then pulled them behind me and fastened each of them to the opposite elbow. They told me I wouldn’t be needing them for the next 24 hours. They were already a bit uncomfortable. They put a harness on my head that had several rings on it and could also let them block off my eyes, nose, and mouth if they wanted. Then they attached a large penis gag that stretched my mouth to the limit and made me. ” Then he continued, with something that surprised and shocked Mrs. Waxerman. “If you would like to rescind your acceptance of my offer of marriage, this is the time to do it. I will simply leave and no harm is done. If you were telling me one thing and meaning another...”Mrs. Waxerman didn’t want to interrupt him, but could already sense him slipping away. The wonderful doctor who’d surely been sent by God was suggesting that they shouldn’t get married after all. That just would not do!“Don’t.