The walls had racks of bondage and torture equipment. Finallythere was a rail of what looked to be fetish clothing; I could seerubber, leather and the...even pink silk. The floor seemed to be rubbertiles with the odd stain which may have been blood, I shivered in fear."Strip!" he ordered.As I took off the pink dungarees he moved to the dungeon area andselected what appeared to be a hot pink rubber cat suit. He draped thisover the bondage table and then proceeded to rummage through a set ofdrawers. It’s a bit like getting a dog. You can pet them and play with them if you want to but you can’t allow your family to pull their tail and you shouldn’t let them run out of the house the moment you open the front door. I was treating our rules in much the same way.Things came to a head when my daughter Claire saw something she shouldn’t have and shared that information with her siblings. Yes, we could have lied but since we were going to discuss things with our children soon anyway, I made the. She took long slow swipes along the sides and underneath, starting a slow burn in my groin. I was staring over her bobbing head at her rounded ass cheeks, just thinking about what came next and how I was going to stab between her soft round globes them with my prong. The stirring turned to a small fire as I felt my cock getting harder and harder. When I was still partially limp, I threaded my hands into her hair, pulling roughly upwards. Her open mouth still had spit dripping from it, the lusty. Mark made the next move. He reached under his briefs and then quickly pulled out his cock, sliding the waistband of the briefs below his testicles. He immediately began to stroke his semi-hard penis, and watched himself as he did it. I realized I was watching him too, and quickly averted my eyes to the TV.“Go ahead, man. Pull it out,” Mark said.I slid my boxers down with my pants to my knees, exposing myself to Mark sitting next to me on the couch. I caught his eye and realized he, too, was.