She then reached into her purse and pulled out a vibrator she had brought with her.
	The she walked back to her sobbing daughter, and instructed her to roll over and spin around.
	With her hands still bound, it was difficult for Carrie to comply, but eventually, she managed the task.
	Mercifully, her bound arms kept her tender buttocks from touching the floor.
	Please. Carrie kept pleading to her mother's deaf ears.
	Without ceremony, mother grabbed her daughter's legs, bent them at the knee and spread them.
	All but a small little patch of hair directly above her slit was neatly shaved.
	Each link had to be forced through her tight hole.
	I tried to count the links, as they were inserted, but it was difficult to concentrate.
	At some point, I had removed my rigid member from my boxers and, mindlessly, began to stroke it.
	Each new link her mother fed into her was greeted with a rock of her pelvis.
	Without saying a word, I begged off of the invitation.
	As before, Sarah stopped the stimulation when the girl was near climax.
	I continued applying steady pressure to the butt plug until it was buried to the hilt.
	Her need evident on her face and in her voice. I'm sorry, mommy.
	Her finger was immediately met with a thrust of Carrie's hips.
	At the new angle, I could plainly see the mother's naked crotch.
	Her thighs were covered with her own juices.
	Almost instantly, Carrie's back arched.
	The girl's abdominal muscles undulated and she squirted with each massive contraction of her vagina.
	The mother unleashed the vibrator on herself.
	Within moments, mother and daughter were both in orgasmic ecstasy.
	Not wanting to miss any of the show, I was standing directly over the two of them, stroking myself.
	Almost immediately I came, spraying my load straight down her throat.
	I turned off the video camera grabbed the blanket off of the back of the couch and walked over to Carrie.
	I pulled the fingers out, sniffed and tasted the wonderful, young nectar.
	Then I retrieved the butt plug from Carrie's welted ass.
	She'll be all right.
	I doubt you want Ellen to stumble on to it.
	One of the reasons that he liked to fuck Helen was that even at 36 she could pass for someone much younger.
	They were however far from innocent and the hole in David's bank account was testimony of their professional status.
	All of this had been communicated to Caroline by observation and in her conversations with Sam and Charlotte.
	Things like plain white and pink bras and panties.
	She already had a selection of these but wanted fresh examples to tempt David with.
	She sent for her winter uniform from school and left it unaltered.
	She felt happy to have found a man to love while just a teenager.
	There was nothing she wouldn't do to please this man she had worshiped since she was a mere girl.
	It had nearly killed her to wait until she was old enough not to get him into trouble.
	When she was old enough to throw herself at him the size of him had nearly driven her mad with pain.
	Yet the sweet man had sat there holding her as she sat with him inside her.
	He'd been so good about everything.
	God, he could do what he wanted with her.
	There was no debasement she wouldn't suffer for him.
	She was in a lather of sexual desire and love.
	This was going to be an interesting evening.
	They too were a pail pink, brief and very plain cotton.
	They were a snug fit so her pubic mound was clearly visible in outline to anyone who cared to look.
	He was starting to expand.
	He offered to reciprocate but she declined.
	Cleaning all his juices from his spent cock she stood up and went to fetch him a drink.