Sleeping would of course be inthe doggy basket, with the added bonus that she had to be in bed by adesignated time. This was insured by a collar Kimmi... had missed when shehad looked the apartment over. The collar was secured to the concretewall with a sturdy chain and was connected to a timer clock and a datalogger, which would then log the time she went to bed. The timer wouldinsure that she got up on time as it gave the wearer a small, but verypainful electric shock by way of wakeup call.. . oh God. . . that feels so good. . . so much better than when I feel it myself!”I imagined my sixteen year old daughter masturbating after that statement. I pictured it, seeing her delicate body on her bed with her own hands running over her teenage sensuality. To tell the truth, I was glad she felt herself. I did not have to worry about anything as long as she did. “Oh daddy, I’ve never felt my clit react like this before. Your finger is drawing it out even more than when I feel it. God,. He arrived in his master bedroom, his wife, Joanne sleeping soundly. She was also nude.Tony undressed and left her there, walking down the hall to his stepdaughter’s room. They were twins, brunette like their mother Joanne. Tony stood nude, watching them sleep. He knew it was only a matter of time before they gave themselves to him. A flash of his massive cock would seal the deal. It wasn’t the right time though. He had to be patient. He wanted to own their pussies, just like he owned. I wouldn’t take you somewhere where you would be embarrassed.” Well, he never really had. That showed, she supposed, that he was thoughtful that way. He was thoughtful in all sorts of ways. He wasn’t, just because he was thoughtful, necessarily conscious of things like styles that would embarrass her.“Unbuckle your seatbelt,” he said when he’d found the parking space closest to her house, “but don’t get out.” So, what had happened to the guy who let her have control? When she had done as he.