I don't have a problem with that and neither does he. I know you have an open attitude about sex. What I want you to tell you is that we are an incest...family". Oh My God was all I could think. What the hell was going on?! I suddenly found myself thinking of her dad screwing her, his daughter, like I did…but my dick began to get hard. All the positions Tina and I used, but all I could imagine was her dad pounding her from behind. What the hell was wrong with me that I was getting a hard on. "Pick out something here and I will be over there in the BDSM section," I told her."You want me to pick out one of those?" she asked, pointing subtly at the dildos, stunned."Yes. Pick out something you like - you will be using it this evening when we get home. Make sure it's something that will do the job too, I want a good show!" I said. The look on her face when I told her that was priceless!I went over to the BDSM section while she shopped. I wanted this to be entirely her selection so I. I had planned on donating a good portion of it to the charity groups on the station. But I also need to sell some of it. That is so I can justify giving some away. Got to make a profit, you know. What I would like to know are you part of a gang or organization, or are you acting for yourself? Don’t worry either way you’ll be alright. We’ll put you back on the station, or even dirtside. Your choice.”As I was talking, one of the orderly’s wheeled in a dinner cart. I started undoing the kid’s. " I'll settle for that," she replied, then grinned, "But Dallas, I said one session to a customer, not one time to a customer." You mean..." Whenever you're ready."Still with a larger than average distance to push in the morning, they got on the river early, with the idea of getting to Granite Springs with plenty of time for some extra end-of-trip activities. There were more of the anonymous numbered rapids -- 205 Mile, 209 Mile, where they stopped for lunch, then 212 Mile, 217 Mile, none of.