On days that my parents didn't have work, I would simply wait until it was time to shower, and bring my laptop in the bathroom. It was simple, and I'm...sure my parents didn't know what I was doing. Oh yeah, my parents. I had always been one on the kinky side. I have tried every different masterbation technique out there at least once, I masterbate no matter the circumstances, and I think of my parents in an incestual way. Speaking of my parents. On weekends my mother (Jennifer) and my father. Always changing, mutating, shedding and adapting to something more severe.Yet, no matter his appearance, I could always sense him. He shaped me so subtly, leaving my will intact.But something more seeped into my soul.I seemed... better...I knew what he wanted me to do instinctively, just as I knew enough of what was going on to stay scared. I can't explain it better than to say some thoughts and some things didn't seem to originate from me.The thing that worried me the most was my own mind. Did. Shoving the padding under the wood to make this room almost sound proof. Yep. Window covered with a mattress to make it sound proof too.Now! Using soft silk ties to bind each arm to a steel bar of the headboard. Wondering, should I do her feet yet? No. Let her kick while I work on her.How long before she comes too? No matter. I do want her completely awake before I fuck her though.Checking his toys. Licking his lips in anticipation. Lube. Good KY.Ropes to tie up legs and feet. Good.Razor sharp. Without a second thought, Tag dashed through an open space in the defense for 13 yards before he was finally brought down by two tacklers.The ball was now on the Spains' 45 yard line with a 1st down for the Tigers. The coach for the Spains had seen all of the film on Tag's scrambles, but he had not taken it seriously. Now he was face-to-face with the reality, and it made him very uncomfortable. High school teams just don't have the experience to deal with an accomplished scrambling Quarterback,.