I went and visited her the next morning, where she enthusiastically invited me in, and showed me into the lounge before disappearing into the kitchen,...re-appearing moments later with two coffees which she placed on the oak table in front of me. I was sitting on in the arm chair, and she went and sat on the settee opposite me. No sooner had she sat down when she started to softly cry. I was not expecting that. Getting up from my chair, I went and sat next to Stella to give her comfort, putting. The ball was forced in my moth behind my teeth, and the strap fastened behind me. Rick was partial to this one, and soon the ball got bigger. Then there was the penis gag. Here a large dildo was forced down my throat until I could take no more, and again a strap held it in place. Finally a gag which used wire springs to force my mouth wide open. The others rendered me unable to speak quite effectively, but this one caused pain as well. My jaws began to ache soon after it was applied. This was. It would be interesting to see if we still knew how to do this. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed a police car parked at the curb. I wondered which of the neighborhood kids was in trouble now. At least I didn't have to worry about it being mine. Cindi wouldn't know how to get into trouble even if she wanted to and Amy would never be caught if she ever decided to do something.As I walked into the house, I was surprised to hear Cindi yell, "NO! You are NOT!"Cindi? Yelling? This was going to. And that he will remember forever how one person that treated him so kindly and initiated him in the world of sex and that that person gave him the confidence needed to start having pleasurable sexual encounters.I think us women have the responsibility to teach our kids how love should be made to us. Where will these kids learn these things better than in our own homes or with women who truly love them? Who’s going to treat them better or who’s going to love them more than the women who have.