Aaron was bare chested, wearing only a pair of cargo shorts. “So, now that some time has passed, do you still feel okay about what we did during ...ur trip to Houston?” I asked hesitantly.“I certainly do…that week will remain some of my best memories ever…hell, I’ll be jacking off thinking about that week when I’m in the nursing home. Why do you ask? Are you having a sudden guilt attack? Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong…I talked you into it…This is all on me, not you,” Aaron tried to. ." There's going to be even more happening in the future, sweetie." I was talking crap but it sounded good, to me anyway. "I don't want Julia to think you're unreliable. Maybe you could go back to the hallway then come back in here to give me a full massage without any monkey business so when Julia asks me how it went I could pretend the first massage never happened, just tell ourselves it was a practice session, or something like that."Carol brightened up immediately, "Yes, yes. I can do that.. " He rolled back on his side and took her in his arms. They kissed, passionately, clinging to each other and making small sounds of lust as their tongues tried to express what their bodies could not.Soon, they had calmed down a bit, and kissed less desperately, just holding and stroking each other gently, affectionately. "We're playing with fire," she whispered. "Yes. But I've been so cold for so long, Carol. Please be mean to me some more and keep me warm." He looked at his watch. "But not. I heard Daddy unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I knew he would lay them in the chair beside the bed and make his way back to deliver nine more.He spaced them out. About five minutes between each. A smack and then he would rub the spot he had just smacked so it didn't bruise. After all ten had been delivered by the hand of Daddy, I was permitted to stand for five minutes.When I stood, I saw what Daddy had pulled from the closet. A butt plug. It wasn't just any butt plug, though. Daddy had.