I follow the corridor down to our bedroom and hear the noises getting louder “A..a.ah..” I lean against the wall and peek through the small crack ...f the door opening. I see my little girl laying there, with her hand in between her legs. She’s wearing a baggy shirt, long socks, and no panties. She’s laying on her back rubbing herself gently, in attempt to be quiet. I don’t think she knew what time I was supposed to be home. I open the door gently, but I speak loudly.“Are-are you touching. "But Brooke's resistance was draining quickly, she may have said no, but she was slowly realizing she was getting what she wanted all along. There was a reason she flaunted herself to him and nobody else but her faceless internet fans. The images of him that had fluttered by as she touched her wet little slit the night before had been for a reason too.Something about what Brooke said had caught him off guard, he couldn't believe he was taking his daughter against her will, but the feeling of. ”Allison said point blank, “I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”I told her that I understood and asked her if I could continue to check her out from time to time. She smiled and said that she enjoyed the thought of being a sex object and told me that she would like it if I jerked off to thoughts of her occasionally too. Wow! That was a first for me. I had never known another woman that wanted to be a masturbation fantasy. We finished our drinks and went back to what we were doing before.A week. I asked her how went Sunday with her new ornaments. She responded by confessing that she had endured seven orgasm's not of her own making. I asked her to explain and she said, "Well. Master, because you're not around, I wear panties and with this barbell pressing my clit forward and out, it rubs against my panties as I walk around, so it rapidly excites my clit and I have to stand until my cunt finishes throbbing and pouring out its juices whose warm wet feeling excite my clit even further. So.