She very rarely left the farm house. She had been home schooled for most all of her life till his bitch ex took off. So unless she learned about sex i... the few months she'd been at school (which he highly doubted) she would have no idea what he was doing even if she had seen him.He heard her walking into the kitchen behind him. Maybe if he spoke first it would catch her off gaurd before she started asking questions... he decided to try that aproach."What are you doing up baby girl"? he asked.. . she said she will come over but.. i said.. NO.. cz she had said no last time.. but she was begging me… she said she will do anything for it.. i agreed saying she has to do everything i say.. Then i told her to wear clothes that i chose.. i made her wear a black knee length skirt with a black panty inside.. and a tight bra and her old shirt.. a green one with wide shoulders and a deep cut with 3 buttons on the top.. that shirt ended just above her deep belly button… then i told her to wear a. Nick didn't even say goodbye. In fact, it was a while before I noticed that he'd gone and only then because I looked for him. Peter noticed my searching gaze and, reading my mind, he said "Nick's gone. He never stays afterwards, but you can if you like, there's no rush to leave, most people hang around till morning".Peter called, Nick never did. Peter asked me around to his place when he was having his get-togethers, but despite Peter telling me he'd invited Nick, he never showed. Except for. “Let’s evaluate that rubber pussy then! and see how far we can snap it!” Justin flicked my clit hood hard with his fingers, and thick wet juice splashed onto my thigh from my pussy. I could smell my body, sweaty and thick with my own musky scent. I hurt, but I stood as straight as I could and let my son attach a 1/2 pound lead-weighted ball to each pussy lip and let them dangle between my legs.“Dance and clap those knockers together!” Justin uncuffed my hands from behind my back and let me move.