"You might need this, 'cause some of the lubricating jelly we have to use may kind of leak a little." He was right, so I wiped and then got dressed. B...fore I left, I asked to see the piece of 'equipment' we had used. Dad looked like he didn't want to, but then he reached into a gym bag and showed me a smooth, solid white cylinder, really skinny, and kind of roundy-pointed at one end. Then he shooed me out and locked himself in the room by himself for a while, same as before.Every day that week. Somehow, this becomes even more concentrated over the internet, when they can make up whatever the hell they want. So I saw a lot of internet fights over who did who and while seeing what. And it exposed me to a bewildering little facet of the universe called BDSM, which fascinated and horrified me at the same time. After having been introduced to such a thing, I naturally did a Google images search and promptly scarred myself for life. BDSM is not very well portrayed in the media. And if it. Cut my losses and go home to bed. I go to the kitchen to get some water, both to cool me down and stop me dehydrating too much. There’s a guy by the sink doing the same thing, so I wait my turn while he fills his glass and swills down a whole pint all in one. He’s about to pour himself another when he realises I’m there. “Sorry, love, after you,” he says, making space for me at the sink. I lean over to turn on the tap. I notice he’s blatantly staring down the front of my dress. Not that I can. She stood silent, I could not see her face from behind and for a moment I feared that she will protest or scream. Nothing of that sort happened. She just closed her eyes and stood without a word. I placed my hand around her waist and the other hand, wet due to tap water, I gently placed on her boobs. She trembled and took a deep breath. I then placed both my hands on her bra and started kneading it. Her ass cheeks were feeling my erect cock.I kissed her cheeks from behind. I turned her around.