..With your back towards me, I ask you if you were a good little slut and bought your first butt-plug earlier that day. "Yes... daddy" you answer, you... voice quite low, so that nobody will hopefully hear you. You're cheeks are really red now... Your embarrasment probably visible to everybody. "Show me", I say. Your hart almost skips a beat, as your pulse quckens... You hesitate a bit, but then bend forewards a little, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the sparkling jewel on the steel plug, as. I guess what contributed to my being in that field with a gun at my head was the loss of my best friend.Johnnie had been an adventuresome fellow and would try almost any adventure that most guys would not dare to try. It was during one of those adventures that Johnnie met his maker. He had taken up driving a race car in the SCCA circuit. Johnnie was quite good and had won several trophies and had taken home a sizeable sum of sponsorship money.Johnnie married his high-school sweetheart and they. Rick woke the next morning and lay on his back thinking about lastnight. Now he knew Chris's secret, how would he handle things. Itshouldn't change anything he thought, what Chris did in private hadnothing to do with Rick. It was his life, and he was free to live as hewanted. He decided that he would behave as normal; it would be businessas usual.Except, that's not how life works. Rick walked into the kitchen whereChris was eating breakfast.Chris said, "Hi, Rick, sleep well? No bad dreams I. So I’m standing here at the sink in a T shirt and silk boxers drinking a glass of water when I hear something behind me. I turn and there stands the sleepy-eyed yet stunning Rachel. “What’s up honey?” I ask her. The play on words doesn’t even occur to me but before I know it the beauty is giggling and pointing at my growing member. I look down and see that I have a stiffy tenting my shorts. Damn it! “Sorry girl, that just happens sometimes,” is the lame excuse I give her. She’s not a kid.