We had this unvoiced contract that I would do as I was told, and not attempt to run away or remove any of my bondage (which now, to remind you dear re...der, consisted only of the harness with associated plugs). And I had simply decided to comply with it. Somehow it was very relaxing not to have to make any decisions and simply accept the events as they offered themselves. Suddenly there was a stirring in my pussy again. This time it was a repeated short-long-short-pause. I tried hard to. I didn't know you knew what happened between your Dad and I, but yes, after your Dad knew, I felt I had to leave. What was the point in staying. I mean, my God, he even had pictures of us! Frank and I decided to leave town and go to his Manhattan apartment and that's where we've been ever since." I'm sorry your Dad decided to tell you about what happened. I think that was kind of low to involve you kids." Horse shit, Mom! That is just pure horse shit.", Stacy tried to get her rising temper back. " I started to turn red from embarassment (who wouldn't?). She slammed me down onto the sofa, and without warning, started rubbing my jeans. "I saw you looking at me, Robert. You aren't very subtle." She stated. "Sorry, but who wouldn't stare at you dressed like that!?" "Shut up and unbuckle your belt, and pull down your drawers." My sister easily overpowered me, as I was shocked by what was happening. I did as she said, but stopped at my boxers. "Too scared?" She said, "I'll do it then,. It's just something men do. Some men." Look, watching live acts... gay men doing those twisted things to each other ... doing each other in the ass for gosh sake. And you say it turns you on? You, sitting right there up front, gawking at the action and getting spattered with all those nasty body fluids?" Yes! It's the sheer intensity of it. The pungent stench of anal sex and those grunts of pure, bestial lust. The heat radiating from iron-hard cocks and fire-rimmed buttholes. The smoke.