So we finished off and then chatted with some other persons on the net. One lady showed me how to shave the hair in front of the camera just like my d...d did to me. Another man masturbated in front of us in the camera. It was the first time I saw a man masturbate. Then dad helped me create a mail ID for me. I had learnt a lot of things by now from dad.“Appa, I’m going to my room. I’m tired.” I said to him as I gathered my skirt and the shirt from the floor.“Ok. Dear. Take rest. I’ll be with you. “Keitai?” asked Cynthia. “Ah, a cell phone. It’s a prototype?”“Hai. That’s the word. This has wrist band to wear like watch or wear on necklace too. It has bluetooth and GPS and obeys voice. Sore ga reikyaku sa rete imasen ne?”“Huh? Didn’t get that,” Roger said.“Gomen nasai ... sorry ... still get used to English. Said, ‘Isn’t it cool?’ Father says it soon comes to the U.S. but not for year or more. He won’t let me use itself alone though—says must have regular phone and just use this as. I knew what was coming. I wanted it to come.“You are such a painslut, you whore. You like it when you are getting hurt, don’t you? Mm? You like when I make you hurt. I can see it in your eyes.”I moaned. I needed it, I needed relief. But all I could do was look at him, look him in the eyes, wanting him to observe me, to hurt me, to do with me what he pleases.“I can’t hear you, girl. Let me help you speak.”He leaned over my face, and removed the clothespins from my lips. “Those were the wrong. Do you have any questions before we get started?" I smiled as I spoke to them as both were checking out my outfit for the day, a pair of bib overall shorts and a cutoff t-shirt and no bra. I knew the rounded bottoms of my breasts were at least partially visible and their eyes told me that they had noticed them."Our English is not that good, hope you will understand us well," Sally spoke in a soft, almost cooing voice. "We like the horses and 'vant to learn riding to have fun." Not a problem, I.