“Hey! They’ve got a dog!”She let go of Finn’s hand. “Okay. Let’s do this. Rock Em, Sock Em.”“That’s, uhhh, not actually a thing. It�...�s not a phrase. It was a toy in the 70’s or 80’s.”“Oh. Well, it’s my thing,” she said with so much determination that Finn almost laughed aloud. “I’m making it a thing.”“Good enough.” He opened the door and they got out and headed towards the door. Finn always felt weird on occasions like this when Pete acted strictly as the driver instead of the friend he had. " As she pulls upward, my slight arousal turns to discomfort. "You cannot touch it. You cannot play with it. You cannot masturbate. Definitely, you cannot penetrate another woman with it"Discomfort turns to pain."Do you understand?" Ouch", I reply attempting to show how painful it is.She pulls harder and asks again "Do you understand?" Yes mistress", I whimper.She relaxes her grip on me, "I need to keep an eye on you, to make sure you are not trying to escape from cock prison. You will be naked. Great now I’m drenched and probably going to be punished again. “My, my you’re a messy girl!” he says with a purr, he wraps his arms around me and bites me ear. “I might have to punish you for that!” “Yes Sir” I say wondering what it’ll be. Surely he won’t ban me from pleasure for longer? I’m still awaiting his say so. He flips me around so I’m facing him and he pins me against the bonnet, his eyes locking on my wet and very see through top. He kisses me roughly and I moan. The slightest thing. Sitting in my chair, I tried to absorb what I’d learned.“I have a question. How did you hide it from me?” I said.“You weren’t looking for it, Mark. You’d be surprised how many things go on around us we’re unaware of. We tried to be discreet and only fool around when you weren’t around, but there were nights when we got together after you were asleep,” Dad said.I took a drink of my beer, chuckled, and said, “I guess we won’t have to sneak around, will we?”“No, we won’t,” Mom said.We sat.