This is true especially of Father. More about thatrelationship shortly but first we must look at what changes have comeinto our feminine domesticity.I... seemed like within days plans were drawn up and construction startedand finished. I don't know what the workmen thought they were installingbut I am sure there was a lot of talk behind our backs about what theywere involved in.He who was at one time called Father used to have a "Man Cave". Nolonger. The male shit was removed and the area was. What did he expect me to do? What kind of a girl did he think I was? Why would anyone just do such a thing? Everything about this situation was so foreign to me.My parents had brought me up to be a proper young lady. I did not swear, drink, smoke or talk back to my parents. Moreover, I was active with my church and my school. Everyone who knew me knew I was the perfect daughter, student, and friend. So how dare this pervert do this to me? While I sat and looked at the throbbing b**st in my face. Adara was a delight, she was so eager to learn and so serious in her role as my teacher. I liked her for what she was, a smart and sweet young woman. She liked me because I never thought of her handicap as detracting from her beauty or value as a person. It was Adara who started breaking down the clothing taboos. We were sitting on my sleeping mat, she with a notebook in her lap, me sitting against the wall teaching her grammar. Suddenly my curiosity got away from me."Adara, I want to see your. ...of course I obey, and then you take the rabbit, spread my cunt wide and push it into my cunt, you plant the rabbit ears right at my clit, and then you turn it on, no warm up FULL power, and you tell me to hold both toys in me, and no, I am not allowed to cum and don't beg or ask cause it won't change....you then sit and watch as I writhe, and spread my lips at intervals to see if I am "wetting up Nicely!"I hear the knock at the door and watch as you open it to NickiShe comes in and sees me.