I gave her my cell phone number, and asked her to call me when she found anything out. It was 5:00pm, and Mary was leaving work when she finally call...d. She hadn’t been able to locate Gayle, nor had she been able to find out what meeting she was in. I told her not to worry about it, we were home, and Ian was resting quietly, at least as quietly as a seven year old could. Mary apologized, and seemed to have a funny, disapproving tone in her voice. I hung up, and just started thinking. Finally. She was very popular at these parties.By the time they were engaged even the act of walking in on her giving her father head didn’t phase him. He even paused for a moment to watch, not just from shock, as his wife continued to bob her head up and down on her father all the while knowing her husband had just walked in. He passed up on an offer of Olivia’s mother or sister to ‘make up for how weird it was, ‘ which pleased Olivia but worried her a bit as well. She expected him to buy in to the. " But Michael, son, why? These women all looked amazing. Wouldn't you rather I helped you masturbate looking at them than me? Surely you could have lots of girls of your own age?" I don't want them, I just want you. Just open your cunt, Mommy. I want to see so far into your vagina that I can see your cervix, just like this woman in this picture."Shit, she was pulling her vagina open so wide, and the light was angled at the right angle, so it really was possible to see her cervix. I wasn't sure. All day the sensations reminded me they werethere. The silkiness of the stockings against my hairless legs, thefrilliness of the panties, and the plug constantly teasing, meaning thatmy clitty was straining against my cage.That evening came the usual dreaded email from my Master.Dear Slut (I was obviously no longer Emma!)I hoped you had as much fun as I did over the weekend, although I expectthat maybe it was better for me than it was you. I must say you have adelicious fuck-hole, and my cock.