" Oh. Do You have a name for those too? Ok,I'm going to pee now. Kneel down so you can get a good look!" she said,and I did.The storm was nothing but ...ackground noise as I concentrated on the sound of her pissing into the old gas can. To me,it was like music,and there was a very pleasant smell that,for some reason,made Me slightly light headed!"Do you want to see it closer?" Lynn whispered. "I'll let you,but only if you show me your dick again."She jumped up and ran over to the bed. "Let's move. The controller and wire, which ran into my skirt waistband, definitely caught Bob’s attention. “Jim, my man, what’s this?”“It’s Cindy’s controller.” Jim responded with obvious amusement. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment.“You have a controller for your wife? I need to get one of these. How does it work?” Bob clearly had not yet figured out the puzzle.“Cindy, tell Bob how the controller works.”I blushed ever more deeply, “Jim! Stop it.”“Now Cindy. This is nothing to be ashamed of.. Hell, you could hang around at a gay bar. It was up to you. I thought I was very generous." Thank you, sir." Girl, if you are a slut, you are a slut. You do what sluts do. You wanted this. You agreed to this. Your little clitty swelled inside its cage when you agreed to this, didn't it? Didn't it?" Yes, sir." So, I repeat, you deserve to be punished, don't you? For not performing this simple, pleasurable task." Yes," I mumbled."What???" Yes, sir." What is that you say?" I deserve to be. As if she had ever really loved anyone else than daddy! Her back arched as daddy hit the sweet spot and she pulled his head hard into her snatch . . . .******************************************************************************************After being fucked and left covered in spunk I staggered to the shower and cleaned up, then though about Alfredo's last words to get in some of my wifes sexy gear.Of course, as a macho .