The old bloke was saying something to the daughter and she kept shaking her head, he then got up and took the little girl by the arm and took her back...to the chair and sat her on his lap "surely not" I thought! but surely yes, as he almost immediately slipped his hand up her school dress, he forced her legs apart and sat there playing with her cunt inside her little white cotton knickers, after about five minutes he stopped and proceeded to get his cock out and put the girls hand on it, she. The bra and inserts were in a plastic shopping bag. I couldn?t drivecross-town wearing them in broad daylight, as much as I wanted to. Itook the panties off, and put my underwear and trousers back on. Butthen I couldn?t do the right thing, which was put the panties backinto the dresser.I wanted to keep them. I wanted to wear them.I stuffed them into a pocket.The drive over was nerve-racking. One second I was telling myself itwas the adult thing to do, to show respect and try to return some. No Choice to avoid the inevitable. He went to the closet, searched there for a while and returned to me."You either open your mouth now, or I use this cane here." I felt something hard hit my arms lightly, "and once you start screaming, and you will, I will force this in. The choice is yours."Reluctantly I opened my mouth, accepting the rubber ball. "Good girl." He said, as he padded my head. It was tied rather hard, no chance to get it out. His attention shifted back to my rear end. I heard. All of a sudden I feltunaccountably embarrassed. But then Angela giggled, andthat flawless, adorable, cherry-colored blush returnedto her velvety cheeks, and I chuckled, and then we werelaughing madly, hugging and kissing and shaking withhysterical glee like children playing in the sun.I tossed my shirt aside, still laughing. “I’ll getthat.” I pulled her into me, hands roughly clutchingher body, and lived out the long-deferred fantasy of atwelve-year-old baby brother, burying.