"Don't make me laugh. It hurts too much."I went over to her and she put an arm over my shoulder. I looked across her to see Mary on her other side. We...made our way outside and stood near the passenger pickup area.Mom drove up shortly. She reached over and opened up the front passenger door."Let Sara sit up front."We eased her in and I handed the seatbelt over her to Mom after I'd swung her legs inside. Once we got her seated I closed her door and got in the back with Mary. I grabbed Mary's. Well... a hole..."Adam smiled and explained, "They come in a broad array of different shapes and sizes, Michael. Ours are both full and large from many years of receiving each other. You won't need to exaggerate very much when you come to paint our puckers!"I smiled back and nodded eagerly. This project was turning out far more interesting than I'd assumed. Painting the two of them as aroused and eager to penetrate while at the same time portraying their mutual willingness to receive one. The subject seemed to be dropped but the viewing continued. One night I sat with her and watched one of the video. I could tell she was turned on and the sex afterward was frantic. I realised that she would continue to harbour thoughts of this until I did something. I sat her down and suggested doing it once but recording it so she could relive it over and over again. I went out and bought a small camera with microphone attached which could be placed secretly. These were made for security. It. . Or I can whip you with the belt. What would you like?Your choice?? Lynsey shivered. ?The b.. B... Belt...? ?What was that, I didn't hear. Did you say the knife?? ?The belt, the belt!? ?Ahhh, okay. You really want it?? ?Y... Yes.? Jack smiled. He was going to enjoy this. ?Okay. But only if you really, really want it. You have to want it, or we'lljust go back to the knife.? Lynsey whimpered. Anything was better than the knife, the thought of how muchfurther that might go terrified her. ?The.