I made a special tub just for that, but I incorporated some ideas I got from John Lilly, too, Remember, I talked about him, and his sensory deprivatio... experiments?" I had something else on my mind. I hadn't talked to Ida about the other part of me. the part that needs to be humiliated, tied up and peed on, sometimes, to get the intense kind of orgasm I craved. It was 1965. Nobody talked about stuff like this.Ida said: Baby, you can talk to me about anything. You ate my puss and I did you,. The sensation unlike anything he had experienced before. It was then herealised that his excitement now manifested itself in his cock. He wasgrowing slowly, then he checked out his legs in the mirror and hemarvelled at the sight. The sight he had seen, admired on countlessoccasions was now him. His legs encassed in the marvellous mesh thatclung to his every move. Now fully errect his slid his fingers over thebulge and groaned at the feeling. It made him stiffer still.After stroking and. Just don’t hurt me please. I’ll do anything you want, but don’t hurt me. If you are going to **** me please be gentle.” pleaded Annie.“My boys wouldn’t **** a woman!” screamed granny. “You ungrateful slut! My boys are too good for you anyway. I wouldn’t let them give you such pleasure!”. “But Mum, I want to fuck her” said Joe “and I want Jack to fuck her too”.“You’re too good for her. Get them ready” said granny. Annie didn’t know what was meant, but she was grateful that the old woman seemed. Er.” Her shoulders slumped.“Mum?” I asked, puzzled.“I do some work for Ann Summers,” she whispered.I laughed. “Ah. Sexier lingerie. Very sexy lingerie.”Her shoulders drooped even more.“Oh,” I said.She nodded. “I also do sex toys and things like that,” she whispered.My boner was back harder than ever. “Does Dad know?”She just nodded. “He has no problem with any of it.”“Even the...”“Even those.”“Oh.”She looked up at me. “You’re horny again.” She said simply.I could only nod.“So am I.”She stood.