"Cheryl gasped. "Really?" she asked."Yes, and my father has been very open about it with me. As a consequence, I tell them about my sex life as well."...Cheryl gasped again. "That's right, I told them about us."Cheryl looked panicked. "They are going to call the police! I'm going to jail!"She was looking around, almost hyperventilating. She started to get up, so I barked, "Cheri. Sit down and stop talking!"She sat down, her eyes wide. "Take a deep breath and calm down," I ordered in the most. " She crossed her arms in emphasis. "Now if that's not something wrong, I don't know what is."Tim stared at the wall for a long time, knowing that he really did have a problem, but unsure whether to unburden himself. Finally, he vented a heavy sigh. "You're right, I do have a problem." Sandy suppressed the triumphant smile - she had been right. "But I don't know if you can help me with it."Sandy moved to the arm of the chair and placed her hand reassuringly on Tim's shoulder. "Why don't. I had to stop after a minute as I couldn’t wait for my toy any longer.My hand was so wet and I was quivering so much that I nearly dropped my big purple butt plug several times as I dipped my fingers into the bowl and lubed it up. Feeling the pressure against my back hole made my clit jump. It felt so big, so demanding, so powerful sitting there. I started pushing it in. My hand and arse were so slippery that I had to stop and get a better grip before I could push the tip past my initial. Little tear pockets formed, then she wiped them away and laughed. Or tried to laugh. It was a cross between a chuckle and a sob.“All right; darling. If you really want, I’ll do it for you.”“Know what that’l1 make you?” he asked“It could make me a sort of working housewife.” She blushed and lowered her glance. Her words hit him. He didn’t mean it that way at all. God, one thing he didn’t need now was a money eyed girl hanging.