You need to talk about it. You can't bottle that up inside of you like you have bottled up your feelings about the way mom and dad have treated you. Y...u'll go crazy. I can't have you going crazy. You're my big sister. I love you. I need you. And right now you need me. You have to talk about this. Or would you rather that I told mom and dad?"I smiled and asked, "Are you blackmailing me, too?"She smiled wryly and said, "You were raped because of me. You are hurting because of me. I can't make it. Shit I’m number thirteen I look up as the man in the T-Rex mask pushes though the crowd and hands his card to the woman ‘and now we’re just waiting on thirteen ,will the person with the number thirteen please step forward’.Steeling my nerves I too push through the crowd and hand the woman my card nervously biting on my lower lip as she verifies my identity.‘We will give these two time to freshen up before the nights entertainment starts’ She says cheerfully,softer music playing as the two doves. ‘Here!’ she called. ‘Come closer so you can see.’ (‘I’m seeing plenty now honey, really!’) In the dim light of light of the shed I watched as Gail took something out from an old wooden box. There were what appeared to be five black metallic spikes protruding out from the box. ‘These,’ she announced, ‘Are my implements of torture.’ ‘Oh shit!’ I gasped. ‘She wants to use them on me!’ As quickly as a could I bolted out the door nearly trampling some nocturnal creature on the way to my car. A few. Daddy didn?t seem to notice my third screaming orgasmof the past hour. He just kept making me nice and openand slippery back there with first one, then two, thenthree fingers.Was he going to fuck me? This first activity wasn?t going the way Ithought. It was a LOT better, so far.When I was loose and gooey and had regained most of anerection, Daddy sat me on his lap and asked, "Doesthat feel better, Tiffany?" Yes, Daddy," I said. "I know you love me." I kissedhim.Forget that Angelo kid..