Feeling the smooth surface she thinks:“Not challenging enough”, and takes a rough material sleeve from the dressing table drawer. The sleeve is ma...e from a piece of tweed material to fit tightly over the object.Setting the object up in front of the bedroom mirror, she slides the sleeve over it, and gets from the dressing table a small whip. She puts this and two of the clamps close to the object. Preparations complete she mounts the object, facing the mirror. The first two or three inches enter. Maybe that is what Trish is getting to when she said there was so much more I didn’t know. Anyhow, I am comfortable in the situation and have a good idea how to react should the subject be breached. At this point , the only one unaware of activities is Mark ( the Father). This brings us to the next event that unfolded that had occurred after the sex with the two teens. The next morning Trish came over to babysit so I could again leave for work. She was earlier than normal and again wanted to. There was no option but to get into the building and get warm. She wriggled out from under the cover of the tarpaulin; the wind tugged at her wet clothes. Gritting her teeth her hands bunched into fists, nails digging into her palms, she walked back and up the steps to the front door. She hesitated, took a shuddering breath, then banged on the door and shouted to be let in.She had to wait a few moments before she heard a muffled reply. "Only if you ask nicely! If you try to attack me again, you. I awoke on the couch and a wave of panic swept over me. Sandy wasn't there. My mouth was empty. I had to get something to fill my mouth. While I started to cry, I also felt warm pee flood the crotch of my diaper."It's okay," said Sandy, coming back into the living room. She had changed into leather pants. "Here's your pacifier."I hungrily took it into my mouth and began to suck."I'm going to take you to a few places to continue getting you ready to your new life."A small sense of worry gnawed.