He had a darkroom in his mothers home and we went in there knowing we wouldn't be disturbed. I dropped my trousers and he proceeded to wank me off. It...must have taken about 30 seconds for me to shoot my load with what seemed like gallons of the thick creamy spunk. What I didn't know was that he couldn't keep his trap shut and a few lads started calling me fetch. I took no notice and told him I wasn't happy that he had let others know what we had done. He promptly replied that he had wanked all. It soundedlike something that belonged in one of those horror movies, where the heroineis bound and tortured while the hero tries to rescue her. Shannon stretchedher arms over her head "Oh yes, rescue me!" she cried out loud, thenlaughed at her joke, clasping her arms over her chest and rolling onto herside. "I'm going to be naked and open all night," she said aloud, "whois going to come and rescue me?" Giggling again, she rolled onto her backand stretched her arms out over her head, each wrist. The first one was pretty full so we went into the second one where there were still two seats together where we could sit. As I watched the movies (each theater shows two movies simultaneously, one with sound and one silent, one straight and one gay) my husband began to feel my breasts and I started to get more aroused. Between the movies, the roaming hands and all the guys watching, I got super turned on pretty quickly. And the guys watching me seemed to be getting pretty turned on as well. I wanted to throw it across the room but instead I smiled and did just what dad had said. "Thanks mom, that's much easier!" I said happily."Shit, what happened?" I asked suddenly. "I told you that I wouldn't let you break our agreement and I meant it." Dad grinned. He picked up a small brush from the vanity and started to outline his lips with it. "I guess you could say that you've been brainwashed. That CD fixed it so that you'll do anything I tell you to do. All I have to do is use a trigger.