I had noticed at the breakfast table that my daughter was sitting with that expression on her face that could only mean one thing. It was obvious that...some horny prick was shoving his business up her sensitive little rear door and she was the submissive type when it came to letting boys do anything they wanted just to keep them happy.I guess in a way that was my story as well because I let my husband treat me like a piece of dirt when he slowed down long enough to actually be at home and he. You let the water run down your slender body. You take the soap from the shelf and start to scrub your arms. You move onto your shoulders and after that your chest. Despite your age, you appeared extremely undeveloped. Your breasts sat perkily from your chest, like buds. Your nipples loosened as the warmth of the water ran down them. You guide the soap down to your stomach, running circular motions around your belly button. Once satisfied with the amount of suds on your stomach, you move down. I did as I was told and scooted back into the seat. I could hear Him rumble through some stuff in the back but I was unsure of what He was doing. Then He whispered for me to lift up a little bit. He held something to my ass, I wasn't sure what it was at this point, and told me to sit down on it. I slowly lowered myself onto it realizing that it was a butt plug. He told me that if I let it fall out He'd give me a spanking I wouldn't believe. I sat there shivering knowing what He says He means. I. I followed him into his parent's bedroom and over to the wardrobe. The next thing, the bed is strewn with an avalanche of magazines! It took a while for the reality to sink in: these were dirty magazines! I'd seen some at school of course, the usual fair, Penthouse, Playboy, Mayfair etc. But as well as those titles, there were others that I hadn't ever seen. And there were VERY different to the 'mens mags' I'd seen at school. Titles such as "Playbirds", "Lovebirds", "Whitehouse" etc were on.