Then, he helped me up onto the work table.He had me lie on my back, with my arms up over my head and shackled to the corners of the table. Uncle Clyd... then folded back my legs, and ran a lather strap around each ankle and around my thighs. He buckled each leg snugly in place. He seemed pleased with my exposed girl parts, and he lightly ran his finger around each tender area that was being pushed out by the plugs deep inside each hole. He walked around to my head, and pulled my lacy lingerie. A.M. you wouldn't have a key to the henhouse."Laura left, though I got the impression that she really didn't want to. After she went inside I asked, "She didn't leave because of me did she?"Jan laughed good naturedly and replied, "You aren't that important yet!"I laughed, taking it in the spirit it was intended. She added, "No. Laura fills her days with a couple of Boards she's on. She has a meeting in half an hour."We had a late lunch of BLTs and then sat around and gossiped most of the. I held her tightly to me, ‘Oh Amy, Amy, what is it. What’s upset you.’ ‘I’m a slut,’ she managed to mumble in between her sobs. ‘I enjoyed it so much I must be a slut, a whore. Just like those girls in the films. The men called them sluts and whores. I let myself be used by them didn’t I? Oh Lena, Jo, what have I turned into?’ Now I understood. Because she’d had a sexual experience this afternoon far outside the ordinary she was feeling guilty so she was punishing herself, just like society. What's at the beach?" It's a surprise."I smiled. "Okay, but what about my mother?"Maria broke free and spun around. "We'll take her."We had stopped going to the beach after Dad died. It wasn't easy making the trip with Mom."Okay, after breakfast or lunch?" Breakfast. It's a long walk. Go get your mother."I returned to the shed. Mom was where I had left her the previous night. Lying naked on her tarp. I nudged the inside of her thigh; she spread her legs. Remnants of dried cum clung to her pussy.