All thoughts of her shopping excursion were gone and she sank into the chair by the phone, lost in thought. ‘What is it about this family that we se...m to carry a curse?’ she wondered to herself. She sat there for some time before picking up the phone and calling Roger. She recited the call from her sister and wondered aloud if she should go to Vancouver and support her sister. She could afford the time off, but wondered if she could really help her niece. It was Roger who suggested they both go. Of course, if he welded the rings, the heat of the welding would effectively, and painfully, sear the holes thus stopping the bleeding. Very efficient.I then considered the irons he would use to mark me. He had four long iron rods, with an insulated handle on one side. It wouldn't do for him to burn his hand doing this, of course. The other side was grooved to screw on something. In the bag were iron forms and my iron working tools. Also a paper with the sizes he wanted. For my ass the letters. To the amazement of all those watchingthe front hem of their tiny skirts had been pinned to the waist to forman outward flowing drape beneath which their lush, creamy thighs andyoung genitals had no hope of taking shelter. They were tricked out withbeads, earbobs, frills and furbelows, but no underwear - not a stitch,their slender white cocks, each one an individual soft sculpture, wereclad with only a narrow bow of pink ribbon, and while their scrotumsvaried in size and shape they were. As always, the boy heard daddy gasp and his own body responded as well while daddy wedged the butt plug up the boy’s tinkering tight hole immediately. He cried out in pain and relief, fucking himself harder, not wanting the intense pleasure to end fast. With his body shaking, he softly removed the clothespins making loud screams to the aching feeling in the nipples. Humberto could almost hear the aftershocks of his daddy’s gasping while his own entire body quivered with his own climax.He pushed.