Dad came into the kitchen and joined us, stopping our discussion. He said the boys were out in the pool and he was watching football on television.Tha...ksgiving dinner was great. We had a big turkey and all the trimmings. After dessert, I helped my mom and aunt clean up while my dad, brother and cousin went out to watch more football.Things went along good for the next couple of days. Eddie and Frank spent most of their time off with my brother's friends. I went over to Cindy's house on Saturday. On the floor beside the frame there were a number of floggers, crops and dildo’s of various shapes and sizes. There were what appeared to be a number of Chinese chop sticks and elastic bands, and a wand connected to an electric cable with a powered, vibrating ball at the end. Belinda’s heart raced. It was the type of vibrator her master often used on her when she was tied to his bed, and it invariably brought her to an earth shattering, screaming climax; the type of loss of control which she. He grabbed her hips and began fucking her. Some part of her brain thanked the carpenter that built this table at the perfect height. Her feet were planted squarely on the floor, legs slightly bent. With each thrust, her thighs bumped against the table edge. Her chest and forehead rested on the table's surface. Her arms reached across to grip the opposite edge. She lifted up on her elbows as she felt his hands slide towards her chest. She gasped as he tugged roughly at the low-cut front of her. "You must have bled some. It didn't seem to hurt you, did it?" No, well, it did a little, right at first, but not all that much. Guess these go in the washer, huh?" Whew, and I'm kindof sweaty. That was hard work," John said, "We need a shower."So, we pulled the sheets off the bed, I got new ones on and we loaded them in the washer and started it up. Then off to the showers.As we waited for the water to warm, I reached down and took hold of John's now-limp dick. I'd never touched a soft cock.