I had several, but every girl needs to happy, right? It was a warm day, mid-may, and we where inside watching some bad tv. Samuel sighed, “I’m bo...ed….go get your toys for me…” I raised an eyebrow and ran off to get them. I dumped a rope, butt plug, vibe, nipple clamps, dildo and some lube into his lap grinning. “I’m in charge for the day, ok?” He asked. I nodded and go wet. I’ve always been a sub and loved when he was in charge. “Good, strip.” He commanded. I obeyed and my clothes were soon. One night I mentioned this to my wife and decided to try subtly guilt tripping her just to see how she would react. Nothing had worked before, so I figured I didn't have anything to loose. I was a little blunter about my request this time. I told her who it was (a friend of ours), how hard up the poor guy was and how much he was hurting and needed sex and his wife wouldn't help him and it was starting to hurt their marriage and on and on. I tried to appeal to any part of her emotions that I. As dad then began kissing her ass cheeks, she did her all famous shuttering shiver which to him meant she was ready. Samantha still had her v-string on which was freakin' tiny, even on her small body. She laid down on the king sized bed. Dad was paying more attention to Samantha for whatever reason as he began to go to work on Nicole's little sister. He had his face in her crotch while he skillfully reached around and snugged the string running up her ass crack upwards causing Samantha to arch. I stumble down the stairs to the basement door. It never locks anyway, so I push it open. I stand awkward for a moment in the little shed under the stairs before I slam the outside door shut and open the inner one with the key under the sheet of rock behind the outer door. I take off my shoes, my coat, throw down my purse and take the clip out of my hair to let it loose down to my lower back. It feels good to be home.I walk into my room and notice the cleaning lady came in today; my bed is made.