As she flopped down her legs spread and the almost non-existent denim between her legs was framed in white cotton of the panties under it. Bob stared ...nd Chrissy caught him."Uncle Bob!" she squealed. "What are you looking at?" She knew what he was looking at, but wanted to give him a hard time."A little piece of dreamland, Chrissy. A little piece of dreamland." he laughed.Chrissy closed her legs, but not completely. It made her feel special when her Uncle looked at her as a woman. She'd been. ’ ‘Alright. It’ll have to do, I guess. How’s everything going for the two of you?’ ‘A few decorations I wanted for the lawn weren’t available, but I can make do with what I’ve got. Otherwise, everything’s fine.’ ‘How about you, Betty?’ ‘I’ve got everything under control. All of the ingredients I need, Mr Lloyd has already bought.’ Betty gave a polite smile. ‘Ok. Mr Lloyd and the children will be home after dinner most likely, so make sure you’re out of sight by then.’ We said our good-byes and. The problem was... I found too many. And before long i’d earned myself a title. Slag, slut, hoar, I didn’t mind. I knew they were coming from the mouths of the jealous. However my friends began to slip away, one by one... and I didn’t care. By now, at 17, all I lived for was the feel of a warm cock slipping deep into me, my wetness, the tingling, the hot white sticky cum seeping down my legs. Then came Thursday the 17th of October. The day my dad decided to come home early from work to surprise. .The rope feels rough against my skin as you slide it around my waist. I can hardly believe this is happening. We have talked about it so often but I never thought you would carry it out. My heart hammers against my rib cage. Binding it around my wrists I feel a trickle of fear run down my spine. The instant that it is secure around the bed frame you pull it taut making my back arch and my tits protrude forward like two eager globes just begging to be spanked. You produce another rope and begin.