’A soft red cloth was placed over her eyes.She heard the door open, someone else enter the room.A man’s voice. Unfamiliar. She guessed it must be ...henawashi, the rope master.‘Is she ready?’‘Yes. You can start now.’She trembled as she felt her arms pinned behind herback, rope biting into the soft flesh of her wrists. Thenmore rope – or was it from the same length – wrappedaround her waist, across her chest, circling her breasts andnipples, pulling tight, momentarily taking her breath away.Then. Since when did she develop those?"David James Austin the Third! Quit poking me there! Pervert!"She let go ... I didn't. I had both arms around her..."What are you poking me with? Oh! My! God! MOM! David's got something you need to look at." What, Grace? What are you talking about? David, let your sister go."Grace pushed me away and pointed at my crotch. "Is he sick? Does he have cancer?" That's an erection, Grace." Mom said calmly. Then she realized just how far my boxers were stretched out.. .I want you to be as rough with them as you can!...The slutlikes them pulled and hit...I love them to be twisted and bit...Just do anythingyou want to these big old slut-bags! You can pinch them with pliers, you canstick pins in them...you can even burn them! I don't give a fuck!...I just wantyou to treat me like the **** toy I am!...Could I get some of you to fuckthem?...Please!...Wouldn't you like to grab these fucking whore-tits, smash themaround your cock and fuck them until you splatter. ..You'll have your own room with a cot, toys to play with, and a prettydaytime nanny to take care of your needs, not a grumpy old mother-in-lawor a bunch of mocking maids. At night there's a girl on fulltime duty.And wow! How cool is this! You get to go to preschool each day forsewing, dressmaking, water-coloring... Doll-making, too, in the woodshop for boy babies if they give you permission to go back occasionallyto being a boy... The brochure says, Abigail's stuff sells worldwide andhelps.