“Do you want me?” She asked with an almost amused type purr in her throat. All I could say was “yes, please!” Her smile went even wider as she...gently slid down on my stiff member, occasionally bobbing up and down as she went fully down on me. She worked her ass on my cock better than I’d ever felt. It was all I could do to keep myself in check while she rode me with increasing intensity. We moaned together several times. Slowly my climax was building. Just as I was almost peaking she stopped. “My dad yelled for my mom to come into my room and see the video. Then he got behind her and was hugging her and kissing her neck and he told me to play it again, from the beginning. So I did it, and as they watched it I could feel my cock getting hard again and it was making a big bulge in my pants and my mom was gasping at the video and Dad started feeling her tits and pressing into her from behind and I was pretty sure his cock was hard by then, too, and he was kissing her neck and I was. Then I pumped it up. As I was pumping it up I kept moving it in and out trying to find when it was tight enough. One thing was certain; an empty bladder was a necessity. I could feel the ridges on it as it expanded. I counted the pumps on the squeeze bulb; it took 5 to have the right fit. The knots were deep enough that my exterior muscles held it in but it would still move around a little to work its magic on my G spot. I lay on the bed and stroked it like I was jerking on a cock and I watched. We went shopping together for rings, including a jeweler’s shop in Bellevue where he made all his own stuff, all of it impressively beautiful and unique. The problem was that she didn’t want a ring. When after some discussion I proposed that I might give her some other kind of jewelry with which she would feel more at ease, and she agreed, and we settled on simple gold bands to at least comply with tradition. I really didn’t want her out there in the world and some fellow thinking she was free.