He raised my head and took the gag off. I guess he wanted to hear my crys. He grabed a flogger and started to flog my little breast. I started it cry ...ot because of the pain at this point but because I was scared. He put clothes pegs on my nipples and that was when it happened. I felt my core heat up and my pussy was getting wet. It was like my daddy knew it and slide his hands over my pussy, and puts a finger inside me. It hurt a little for I have never played with myself before now. My father. . but I'm desperate for a p*o."Helen smiled broadly and Susan began to giggle uncontrollably. "Oh Helen," she managed to get out between giggles, "it just really turns me on to think of you watching me do that dirty thing. That private thing." Then let's go for it!"Susan pulled down her panties from under her skirt and moved round to sit on the toilet."No, hang on Sue, I've got a better idea."Helen retrieved a white plastic bowl from one of the cupboards in the bathroom and place right in the. He responds by unfastening my blouse and groping awkwardly at my right breast, rubbing and squeezing it hard as he starts to moan in response to my wrist action on his throbbing cock.My other hand instinctively comes up to hold the hand he has on my breast and I get a thrill as my fingers touch his wedding ring once more, reminding me that this is another woman's husband that will soon have his hard cock inside me. I know other women in the village frown on me, behind my back calling me a. "You are so right... How did you know?... I mean you're only just thirteen and yet you're showing the wisdom of a grown up woman."Annette held her tight."I dunno, Mum, but I think Daddy and the divorce and things made me grow up faster."I've also read some novels, including," she giggled, "some Mills and Boon."That brought Deborah out of her self-pity again and her natural sense of fun re-asserted itself."I didn't know you were into bodice-rippers," she exclaimed."Not really, Mum," Annette.