I pulled my hand away, blushed and tried to leave. He put his big hand around my throat and spat "where do you think you're going?" your chocking me" ... managed to say.He forced me down on to my knees. "you want to fuck around with anyone in this house you have to go through me first understand" Again I didn't understand but I nodded anyway. "I don't mind if you wanna fuck your aunty Peggy but you have to ask my permission first. Now what kind of man would I be if I let any little squirt come in. "We heard a soft chuckle and then Mr. Porter said, "I hear your words. But I also hear your tone of voice. You sound like Kathy. You sound like you need someone to tell you what to do. Since I probably won't get another chance it's now or never as I see it. Do you girls know what a daisy chain is?"Linda had to explain it to me. It turned out to be a bit more difficult than it sounded when she was describing it. But after all, we are doing it more to amuse Mr. Porter than to satisfy our own. He hung the bag on the shower curtain rod, and released the clamp. I could feel the warm water begin to fill my insides. He clamped the hose a little to slow the flow, and began rubbing my stomach with one hand, and my pussy with the other. "How much water is in there?" I asked. he said, "Only a gallon." A gallon! He was going to put a gallon of warm, soapy water in me! Before I knew it, he had done just that. When the bag was empty, he told me to take a deep breath, and pulled the nozzle out.. But I made no commitments to anyone. I used the excuse that my parents wouldn't let me date until I was sixteen. I did have a couple of boy "friends" who used to call me at night. We would talk about school, other kids, who was dating who, but nothing serious. I was concentrating on my grades. I was the most improved student in the ninth grade. All my teachers said so. When report cards came out for the third marking period I had four A's and two B's. I had to get my grades up if I ever wanted.