And for the life of me, at age 17, I did not have an inkling of how to go about rescuing him. Dad continued to shine the light on the bunny baby for m...ybe five minutes, and I could tell the chemicals in that man’s brain were churning and boiling inside his head. All of a sudden, this incredible sense of euphoria came over me — I had that a lot when I was around my Father — and I knew somehow that everything was going to be just fine in the end. Because in my entire life, at any sign of trouble. This was flattering for my manly appearance. The audience waiting to bid would be able to sense a very large balloon of balls on display under my crotch bursting out of the pouch together with the outline of a very stiff prick pointing very plainly north to my navel. For inspection I was hung upon a carousel pipe attached to the ceiling. I was forced to run on my raised feet around the room to an inspection table where the attractive buxom assistants pulled the top of my pouch. It look something like a poncho in that it had a hole in the middle. When she put her head through and pulled in on she noticed that it had a plunging neckline that barely covered her breasts and it ended well above her knees. He provided her with a rope to tie around her waist so it would show off her curves. Like all girls in the twentieth century, Brianna had often worn a short mini skirt in order to tease the boys. But respectable women in this century did not show this much skin. But she. I'd love to hear your comments!Dear DadYou wanted me to write about our first time – or my memories of that first time. I am sure yours are different. I am still not sure what must have possessed you. I remember that was the only time I ever saw you struggle with what you were doing to me – the only time I ever heard remorse in your voice – and the last time you said that you were sorry.I was asleep when you started. I don’t know what time of night it was or how you got there, but I woke to.