She gave a grunt of protest as I tightened the gag's straps and fastened them tight with a small padlock. As I released my grip the naked Nicola spun ...round, glowering at me, with her hands behind her head as she tried unsuccessfully to wrench the straps loose.I put my finger back to my lips and left her once more, her muffled complaints following me up the cellar steps.When I returned in another hour's time she had evidently learned her lesson. As she heard me arrive she got to her knees and. He took me to his bedroom. There was a bookshelf. He moved it aside. There was a door behind shelf. He opened it. I could see some staircase in dim light. He switched on the light at staircase. Now I can watch a complete staircase down. I entered. After the staircase, the room was dark. My dad said not to panic. He covered my eyes with a cloth tied on my face. I was excited. He took me forward. After some 10 meters walking, he took my both hands and raised them upside. I was not knowing what he. He stopped kissing me and reached down, grabbed his cock and began to rub it up and down my slit, teasing me, taunting me, every motion made me want to pull him right down on top of me. Finally, the moment I'd been waiting for. He slowly began to push himself inside of me, but just the head, allowing me to adjust to his size again. He was always so gentle with me. Slowly, he began to push a little deeper with each stroke. Every time he drew himself out and pushed back in, it felt a little more. Over the years my workload and responsibilities increased in a satisfactory manner which was in direct contrast to any satisfaction gained from my equally increasing sex drive. I took pleasure from an increasing collection of toys, dildoes; vibrators; beads. I even invested in a ‘Magic Wand’. They all provided physical stimulation but the pleasure bestowed was nothing when compared when my comforters were used in conjunction with my other salvation, the Internet; the repository of a world of.