She knew that word. Elly was only ten years old and she could use it logically like that. Something was awry. Where did you hear that word, Elly? What...word? Incest. How do you know what it means? I dont know… I read about it. You read about it? Where? I had a rough idea of where I was going with this. My computer was loaded with incestual material, and Id bet my bottom dollar this little brat had had a sticky beak. On your compu–… on my school computer. Nice try, but shed slipped up. Big time.. "I'm just surprised that's all," I tell her. "I mean ... what changed your mind?" Does it matter?" she smiles flirtatiously."Maybe ... I don't know ... it's just ... you know ... pretty sudden and I haven't been with anyone since Jasmine." I'm fumbling for words and not making much sense but Barbara's smile defuses my discomfort and I continue more calmly. "The last time we talked your plan was to confront your husband, right?" She nods. "I'm guessing that didn't work out so well." He denied. He starts playing with your nipple, pulling and rolling it between his fingers. His savage assault on your pussy and his tough playing with your nipples start to push you towards an orgasm. You fight the feeling but as the seconds tick on you feel your body betray you as you push your hips harder into his hand.“Good little fucktoy. I knew you would like being my slut. Cum for me, cum for this stranger in your tent.”Screaming against your gag you feel your whole body tense against your bindings. “Now I’ll let you into a company secret.” As she walked around the desk knowing full well what was expected he unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zip of his trousers.She knelt down between his spread legs and eased his swelling cock from the confines of his boxer shorts, “And what secret would that be, kind sir?” she said in a mock servile manner.“You know what to do and I’ll tell you soon enough.”She batted her eyes at him and leaned forward to commence licking the bulbous end of his black.