I can only hear her by the machine. Faint sounds – that make connections to my recollection. My bindings holding me tight. My heart pounding. I can ...ear the sound of the machine change, a short faint whir. Now there was the sound of the liquid, this time splattering on the ground. And there she is again. I don’t even hear her step. Her blouse now open, revealing a tight latex corset covering the bottom of her breasts. She watches as I look down. Her breasts almost spilling from their. You see, my mother and father are swingers. They live for sexual pleasure. My dad had admired my body as I grew and matured into womanhood. Since my sophmore year in high school he'd peeked at me nude as I'd come out of the shower, or forgot to close my bedroom door all the way when dressing or undressing. He'd even gone as far as to install a hidden video camera in my bedroom. I was shocked, and excited at the same time. I'd just found out that both my parents were perverts. And I loved the. The problem was which information to trust, and which not to.When it came to socializing i was quite shy back then. Sundays were spent mostly in my own room, as i longed for some "me" time.This particular Sunday was gonna be interesting. There was some nail trimming, hair shampooing and shaving my pubes to do. After i finished that,i entered my room, wrapped in just my towel. I loved the way the wet water made me feel about my body. I had my shoulder length blonde hair wet too,and i decided to. Her dad was on me all the time and her mom would hover around in the evenings, so I mostly just thought about her while I jacked off in my bunk at night.Well late one August afternoon I was working in the hay loft and I stopped to look out on the pond and I saw the girl in a bikini swimming. Since I was working alone and had some time to kill I decided no one would know if I jacked off in the middle of the day in the hay loft. As I watched her move around, the water glistening off of her skin.