Working on the Farm

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this is for artful


Christy



Well, I just graduated from school yesterday and feeling unsure as ever. Here I am, 18 years old, alone in the world, homeless and jobless. Due to facing a tragic death of both my parents last month, I was unable to plan for my future.

The only option I really have is a distant uncle by marriage, who recently lost his wife. All I know of Uncle Art is, he owns a large farm in Nebraska and seems to be of a recluse. He did however offer a free room and board if I helped out with the domesticated duties, which I had accepted.

So, here I am standing here, staring in the mirror. Looking back at the empty house, trying to recall all of the happy memories of my deceased parents and me. But, all I can see is emptiness but a light blue Samsonite by my feet.

I gave myself a final check. My long red hair was neatly held back in a single ponytail, showing off my fake emerald earrings, which brightened my green eyes. The faded Levi's and thin white t-shirt accentuated my long lean body. With tears in my eyes, I locked the door behind me and never looked back.

The flight to Nebraska was a short one from Chicago. Not knowing what Uncle Art looked like, I took my time to exit the terminal. As I stood by the terminal exit, I scanned all the anxious faces for a hint of recognition.....

 

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Uncle Art

Sitting in the long black shiny limosine,glancing from time to time at the three built in monitors,factory installed,by IBM technicians,I leisurely contemplated the activiities of the stock prices of the companies which I currently had major share ownership.
It being early friday afternoon,I had finished my research into the stocks and commodoties that interested me,made my decisions, and placed my orders for the end of the week.
My mind wandered to the task at hand,as I waited for my chauffer Jeff to spot my niece Christy as she exited the the terminal gate for Southwest Airlines.The goal was pre-set many years ago by the four of us when Christy was born.My late wife Dorene,her identical twin sister Janine,Jan's hubby Jack,(who was my best friend),and myself,Arthur Van Holdt.
The mission,as it were,was to create in Christy,the same free spirit as possessed both Rene and Jan.To instill in her,the ability to enjoy life to the fullest.
Unlike most couples,we were bonded and welded together as a foursome the very first night we met,at a tail gate party on a smaller Wal-Mart store parking lot,which had recently been closed,due to the opening of a NEW Wal-Mart Supercenter on the other side Russellville,Ar. Russellville,being a small town of 20,000 or so was a close knit community,and as Jack and i had grew up on the same street,went to the same schools throughout our early childhood.We knew every girl in town,and the first names of most.
As I sat there,relaxed by the plush leather seat that so comfortably supported my long lanky frame,I could not help but to relect on the years gone past since that eventful night.Rene and Jan had only recently moved to the area,as their father had been relocated to supervise the maintenance at a nearby atomic power plant,and they resided across the Arkansas river in Dardanelle,Ar.,hosting a population of maybe 3,000 people.
Boy,did our eyes pop out upon seeing the cherry red Ford pick up come charging onto the parking lot,come to a screeching halt only inches from from where Jack and I had been standing.I say"Had been",because Jack and I had jumped into the bed of my old and battered,drab green GMC pick up.Damn,we thought they were going to run over us.

As we lay sprawled out in the old rusty bed,we watched,in awe as the two girls quickly jumped out and started unloading cases of beer from their truck to ours,while Jack and I nervously rubbed our injured bodies,checking for cuts and feeling the pain of abrasions on knees and elbows.As we sat there,stunned,and still yet speechless,the girls finished up loading the cases into my truck,grabbed what looked like a couple of sleeping bags from their cab,and tossed them on top of the beer,each one stepping close to either side of my truck and in unison,leaned forward close to Jack and myself,saying softly to us,"We heard you guys were the hottest guys around,and we want you to take us to the top of Mt. Nebo,and fuck our brains out."

 

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Scanning the many anxious faces, I didn't see any that looked like a single man around my parent's age. Confused and lost, my mind started wondering what I should do. What if Uncle Art changed his mind?

As I took a step forward, a middle aged man approached me. "Are you Christy?" he asked with a stone face.

"Yes! Uncle Art?"

"Follow me", he demanded as he grabbed my single Samsonite from my hand.

Perplexed, I did as he demanded and followed him. I've heard stories of Uncle Art from my parents. They've always talked so fondly of him and raved over his livliness. What I just witnessed, contradicted all that I've heard of him.

Even with my long legs, it took some effort to maintain his pace. He seemed familiar with the airport and weaved his way with ease through the crowd. Every so often, he would look back with an annoying look to be sure I was close behind.

As we exited the automatic doors, I was faced with a bright Nebraska sunshine. I stood there for a second to adjust to the blinding light. I looked around at the parked cars, wondering if I lost him.

Then, I saw him standing next to long, black shiny car. Are my eyes deceiving me? Is that a limousine? It must be a joke. No way would Uncle Art have a limo. He's a farmer, for god's sake!

But there he was; standing there, holding the door open, waiting for me. As I approached the limo, he glanced at his watch. "Come on, we don't have all day."

I quickened my pace, and entered the backseat.

 

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As the memory of that night flawlessly unwound in my mind,I could not help but notice the erection that tented my trousers,and I shifted slightly to ease the constraint of the jock strap I had to wear when out in public.I learned years ago,I looked awkward as my cock pressed forward,and showed its outline for all the world to witness.The bulging hardness seemed never to go away,and as I felt the need begin to build,I slipped back in time.Back to that night where *life* began to mean something more than a boring existence of drab grey mornings.That night changed the four of us in a way that defies true description.As Jack and I climbed out of the bed,we took careful note of the identical twins.The trim bodies with pert,uptilting breasts ,their long legs,the graceful curves of their hips,and the ripe fullness of their now pouting lips.We stood there introducing ourselves to each other and Jack and I both marvelled at the alikeness the twins shared.Rene,who stood next to me,tilted her head backwards to look me fully straight into my eyes and said,"If what we have heard from all the main babes in town is true,Jan and I have decided to marry you and Jack,but first,we must go the top of Mt.Nebo,for there is where we will find out what the future holds for the four of us,ok?"Well,of course the hormones were racing in our bodies,and Jack and I could barely wait.As we four walked to the front of the truck,i wedged the two large lumps of sleeping bags tightly in front of the beer and was somewhat surprised to feel hard sufaced swellings wrapped within the bags.As I turned and opened the door for Rene to climb in,I noticed a small tiny tuft of soft looking red pubic hair barely show at the edge of her loose fitting green silken like shorts,as she daintily placed one leg in the truck,and waited,watching my eyes staring at the point of interest.It seemed I stood there forever,my eyes riveted to her,and as i slowly moved my gaze up her fully ripe body to finally lock into her flashing green eyes, I could see the lust hidden deep in her.Pure lust,the kind that will cause a man to kill for.She suddenly threw her head back,and as the light from the full moon danced and showed her even white teeth,laughed throatily,and swung the other leg inside. Suddenly I was brought back to the present as the rear door to the limo,quickly snapped open,and I could see most of Jeff's torso standing there waiting,I assumed, for my niece to enter. As I patiently waited,it seemed to me that Jeff was becoming impatient.I noticed his right foot slightly tapping the sidewalk where the sun had cast a gray shadow of his body.Jeff,being only 29 years old,was built like a pro football quarterback.He was my trusted man,my body guard,my chauffer,and my late wifes first choice lover,whenever I had to leave the farm and take care of business in a direct way.Having truly been captured by the honesty that Rene and I had given him,Jeff,as well as I,would never completely recover from the loss of Rene. I mused thoughtfully about his manner,and as I did so,Christy appeared,bent forward,and entered the limo.As she placed one foot daintily on the floorboard,I noticed a small tiny tuft of soft looking red pubic hair barely present itself to my feastng eyes,through a slight opening in her faded and worn levis,as she had evidently forgotten to button one of the metal buttons in her haste. As I stared at that small opening,my cock lunged upward in a violent display of energy,as I heard her ask Jeff,"Uncle Art,aren't you even going to say Hi to me?" I could hear the edge of steel in Jeff's voice as he replied to the naive girl,"I am not your Uncle Art,I am the chauffer."With that being said,Christy laughed throatily and swung her body inside and slammed into the soft leather upholstery with all the exuberance of a young girl pleased at being treated so special. As she did so,my cock lanced upward again,so forcefully this time,it was actually painful.

 

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This post is given to my co-author*CHANAUD*as with precision she captured my spirit and whisked it swiftly to literotica,for which I will be eternally grateful.

 

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Oh my goodness, I'm such a bumbling idiot. I mistaken the chauffeur as Uncle Art. Blushing with embarassment, I entered the limo.

I sat there in awe. It was nothing like I had expected. Computers were held on consoles at each corner of the limo. There was a printer humming a soft song as pages of numbers were spewing into a neat pile. And staring across of me, was a thin lanky frame with a warm smile.

"Hello Christy"

"Is it safe to assume you're Uncle Art?"

 

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Yes Christy,I am your Uncle Art,and no,it is never safe to assume anything.As I replied to her I noticed Jeff lean in the open door,and while placing her single piece of luggage on the floor,just under the now idle printer,pause and gaze briefly toward Christy's crotch,as she had spread her legs widely,thinking he would instead place the small blue suitcase between her feet. I could only imagine the erotic view he had obtained for a split second,as Christy also noticed his glance,and quickly snapped her knees together,as she realised one of her buttons was undone. I now fully realised to some extent,the strange behavior Jeff had so exhibited at seeing this young girl,for she was not only pretty,but I could see the almost identical likeness to my late wife Rene,as she had looked, at the same age as Christy now was. As jeff straightened up and carefully closed the door,I could not help but notice the flushed face of this young girl,as if she had only minutes before, been caught fingering her pussy, by the airline stewardess,just prior to landing. By the time Jeff had walked around to slide into place under the steering wheel,I had fully composed my emotional shock of seeing in Christy,my late wife,as she had looked many years ago,and as Jeff manuevered the limo away from the curb,I noticed out of the corner of my eye,Christy quickly fastened the errant button back in place. On the long ride back to the farm,as Jeff expertly wove in and out of traffic,Christy and I quietly chatted and became better acquainted. To my surprise,I discovered Christy knew nothing about her Mother having an identical twin sister.All she had ever been told about her Uncle Art had been fabricated by Jan and Jack to protect her from the truth,and now,I thought I knew why. When Christy was born,we all made a solemn vow to do as has been stated before,but in order to do this,we felt that only one couple should be responsible for being Christy's parents.We thought it would be best to separate ourselves,and thats how Rene and I ended up in Nebraska.Back then,when Christy was conceived,none of the four of us knew which was the Father,either Jack or I, to be sure,but the girls loved to trade back and forth as their moods dictated.One night,one would want spontaneous,multiple couplings with Jack,and the other would want a planned seductive encounter me,and no matter the many methods Jack and I tried,we could never be sure,which of them we were with.It was exciting as hell for the four of us,but when Christy came along,we decide to end it. Jack,being more of a paternal image happily agreed to take on the responsibility of being "Dad".Meanwhile,I had made several hundreds of thousand dollars,buying and selling agricultural commodities and Rene,though somewhat subdued,agreed to move to Nebraska where I had located a farm that I wished to buy. Though we four were separated by a great distance,we frequently met at some pre arranged resort and spent as high as a week together,frolicking in the bed enjoying ourselves as we continued our life long friendship.As we had agreed,so many years ago,we never questioned Jan or Jack about Christy,other than general questions pertaining to her welfare.Rene and I took pains to not doubt their expertise in rearing Christy,and until I saw her at the airport today,I didn't even know how she looked,no pic's, no descriptions whatsoever.

 

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Christy

We had a pleasant chat about my flight. He seemed like a decent person, I thought. But, there was something about him that bothered me. Every time he smiled, I found it disturbingly familiar. Almost as if I've seen that smile before.

After a few minutes, our conversation died. Feeling uncomfortable with the silence, I sat back and gazed at the landscape rolling by me. I glanced back at the man sitting across of me, to find him gazing at me in a dreamy state.

Embarassed of being caught, he turned his head to pull a report off the printer and became deeply engrossed with it. Without him noticing, I was able to study him. He's certainly not bad looking, I thought. In fact, most women would find him sexy. It was obvious that he worked out often. Whenever he moved, the muscles strained against his shirt.

He looked up to find me staring at him. His dark eyes held my green ones, as if he was hypnotizing me. I had to use all my strength to peel my eyes away from his.

 

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As we continued onward to the farm,I took note of how this young woman was affecting me.Not in an unpleasant way,but in a sense,UNEXPECTED.

My god,I hadn't been this aroused since watching Jeff fuck Rene in our master bedroom.

Jeff,unkowingly had performed admirably for Rene and I hundreds of times,as Rene and I had jointly decided many years ago,to build a secret hidden alcove behind the wall of our master bedroom,on which there was mounted an immense 2 way mirror.

Though Rene and I both had used the hidden room many times.It was secret from all but ourselves.

When I looked at Christy,as we neared the farm,I knew that I would assign her the same master bedroom for her use,with the pretense that I could not sleep there alone since Rene had died in that tragic automobile accident.

I also knew that as time eased by and Christy became familiar with her duties at the house,she would become bored and restless,and when the time was right,I would introduce her to the magic of passion rushing through her young, voluptuos body.

I also would shortly introduce her to Max,the foreman of the ranch.Max being Rene's second choice lover,when I was away on business.

Max,being 49 years old,and in excellent health ,often entertained Rene in many ways.He was the only man alive,that I knew of,who Jeff was afraid of.The reason Jeff feared Max is easy to explain.When Jeff first arrived,he mistakenly tried to gossip with Max about his first sexual encounter with Rene.That was his first mistake ! When Max told him to never discuss anything personal about Mr. or Mrs. Van Holdt,Jeff became angry and told Max to go fuck himself.That was Jeff's second mistake,as Max pounded him to within an inch of his life.When it was over,never again did Jeff attempt to make a THIRD mistake with Max.You see,not only did Max have a bigger cock,but he was seasoned,he was tough,he was strong,he was big,and.........he was BLACK !

 

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Christy

I was relieved to hear the words of the chauffeur "Almost home, boss" as he turned off the highway onto a narrow paved road. I looked out the window and only saw acres and acres of green plains.

I turned my attention to Uncle Art and caught him gazing at me, once again, making me uncomfortable. I wonder what were behind those steel eyes. It would soften and harden in a moment's notice.

Trying to break the ice, I asked him. "Is this your farm, Uncle Art?"

 

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Art

Though Christy and I experienced intermittent sessions of chat,I could sense the tenseness building in her lithe form.

As we turned from the main highway onto the paved private road I had built 10 years ago.I began to show Christy the few landmarks that stood out against the sprawling acres upon acres of mature stalks of corn,not quite ready for harvest.

As I directed her attention to the main residence,located atop a scenic hill,I smiled inwardly,as I heard her sharp intake of breath exclaiming,"Oh my god Uncle Art,thats not a farm house,thats a mansion."

I marvelled at how,in her naivette excitement,the full,as well as petite bosom, pressed outward against the flimsy white T-shirt to show the outline of pert,hard nipples as she strained to heighten her torso for a more complete view.

We continued up the gently rising slope and shortly arrived at the front of the "The Main",as Rene had named it,upon submitting her added requirements to the architect who had planned the over all blueprints.From time to time,Rene would submit modifications to the contractor,and some how there was never any complaint lodged against her meddling,and at the completion of construction,not only was I not charged extra for the additional time and materials that were used,I received a whopping discount of 5% for the overall contracted price.I however,was not surprised,as Rene and I shared our lives,our adventures totally entwined and completely open to the other.

Jeff,having stopped at the main entrance,quickly slipped from behind the steering wheel,and opened the door where I sat,directly behind the driver.As I exited the limo,I heard Jeff quietly admonish Christy to "WAIT",as she had slid across the soft,plush leather seat to exit as I had done.

Jeff then solidly closed the door,almost smashing the window against the surprised expression of the young woman's face.He then circled the limo,and opened her door, waving his hand for her to hurry up.

She quickly responded and,as she turned to face me,I could almost see the tears forming in her bright, emerald green eyes.I so wanted to reach out and comfort her,but knew I could not,for the training had begun,and when finished,she would not only be a free woman,but one who was capable of enjoying her life to the fullest.

As I viewed the perplexed,confusion which now had settled upon her,I turned away sharply and strode purposefully up the steps leading to the double doored foyer where guests were relieved of their outer attirements without looking back,and in a commanding tone,ordered her to,"Follow me."

 

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Uncle Art

As I suspected,Christy quickly caught up with me beore reaching the top step,and as I reached forward to open the right hand side of the massive oak door,she was standing beside me.

Before I could grasp the antique bronze handle,the door smoothly opened before us and there stood Max.Whenever I was away,Max would tend to The Main,and make sure no one came in to run amuck through the mansion.Max was trusted by me as much as Jeff.The difference being,I didn't have anything to teach Max,but Jeff,well.......,Jeff had a few things to learn.

I introduced Max to Christy,and as he smiled,showing two rows of gleaming white teeth in contrast to his ebony,although somewhat weathered face,I marvelled at the hugeness of this giant standing next to Christy,and when his calloused hand swung forward to shake Christy's ,it completely swallowed the young girls hand.I could see the latent fear in her as his huge paw engulfed her slim hand,and thought to myself,"If she was awed by the size of his hand,wait till she saw his massive cock."

As we stepped forward entering the large foyer,I noted the dainty hand inadvertantly fly to cover her heart,as she gasped upon seeing the richness of the furnishings in sight of her view.

I then instructed Max to give Christy a tour of The Main,and then show her to the master bedroom,where she could freshen up and rest until dinner was served.

 

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Christy

I was scared of Max. He was big and friendly but his smile didn't reach his eyes. He showed me to my room. With a wink, he opened the door and stood back.

I entered my new quarters cautiously. There was a hint of lavender in the air and seemed lived in. The floral walls matched the bedding. While the over-sized, dark mahogany poster bed matched the wood trimmings. Looking around, I couldn't shake the chills forming in the back of my neck.

"Do you need putting away your things?" Max asked as he held my paltry blue luggage.

"No no, I can do it. Thank you for your help."

"Very well. Master Art will expect you down at 8 o'clock."

"Eight?"

"Yes, eight. He always dine at 8 sharp."

Again he flashed his whites before he shut the door behind me.

Looking around, I couldn't believe my good fortune. I vowed I will work my hardest to show my Uncle Art my appreciation.

I threw myself on the high posterbed. I'll just close my eyes a bit.

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I sat up sleepily and rubbed my eyes. Looking around, it took awhile to realize where I was. When I looked out the overisized window, I noticed it was dark. How long did I sleep?

I checked my watch. It read 8:15. Oh no, I'm late! I ran down the stairs and checked every room. Finally, I saw Uncle Art sitting at the head of a long narrow table, drumming his fingers.

 

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Uncle Art

As I seated myself at the formal dining table,I took note of the time,7:58 pm.

I sat down in one of the only two matching,plushly upholstered chairs.Mine having wide arm rests alongside,while the other with slender arm rests sat solemnly at the other end.Separating the two,were 10 matching wooden chairs,5 to each side,and those 10 chairs were built specifically,to be most uncomfortable to sit upon.
The seats were also 3" inches lower,making it quite difficult for anyone to dine with a show of equality to me.

While sitting there waiting for Christy to show,I reflected on the days events,and felt a slight tremor race through my body as I recalled the image of Christy upon seating herself in the limo beside me.The picture of her unbuttoned front exposing the soft downy pubic hair lashing my senses once more.

Events had gone as expected,the only surprise was her near perfect image of her Mother,and of course,also my late wife.I smiled silently to myself as I glanced at my Rolex,noting that she was late.It was 8:12 pm !

"Good!" I said to myself,"Her lateness will be an opportunity for me to lay down a few LAWS.Laws that would help me accomplish my mission."


When she arrived a few moments later,I gave her no opportunity to begin with excuses.I began drumming my fingers on the table,and mounting a most fiercesome expression to my face,commanded her to,"Come here young lady !",and jabbing my forefinger toward the floor at my side,gave her no opportunity to sit.

As she timidly approached and stood beside me,I could feel the fear consuming her.I could almost read the thoughts racing through her mind.Her parents had assigned me to be her legal guardian,until upon her 21 st birthday,all of their assets would be transferred to her.She had no place to go,no one to turn to,$17.00 in her pocket,and TOTALLY dependent on Uncle Art.

 

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Christy

"Come here young lady !"

His voice boomed causing me to jump. It was the same tone my father used to use when I was a little girl.

I stood next to him and stared at him with my pleading eyes. He continued to sit there and held my eyes.

After a few moments, I broke the silence,

"I'm sorry Uncle Art. I don't know why I slept so long. It must have been jet lag. Please forgive me? I will make sure it doesn't happen again."

 

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Uncle Art

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As Christy stood before me,I stared her straight in the eyes,willing her mentally to break the silence.

Noticing the pleading look in her eyes,as she began her apology with,"I'm sorry Uncle Art.................,I realized just how destitute she was,her normally lithe and graceful figure now rigid with fear,as she stood alonside me.

I noted the rapid rise and fall of her firm full breasts,and decided I would not push her anymore,for fear of breaking her spirit.

I then silently waved for her to sit beside me,and as she sat,I gently told her,"Well,I am glad you have offered an apology and THIS time,I will accept it,but in the future,be assured there will be punishment."

As her attention was riveted to me,Max and Jeff began serving the meal.

It was a simple meal of spaghetti and sauce,served with an inexpensive red table wine,and lightly buttered garlic toast.She seemed to be taken aback as Max carefully placed the dinnerware and monogrammed napkin before her.The initials AVH,being stamped on the silver also.Throughout the meal,as she hungrily wolfed down two full plates of pasta,and three glasses of wine,I marvelled at her appetite

Little did she suspect it was all laced with a powerful aphrodisiac, as Max had prepared the sauce himself,and it was more than food for her belly,it was food for the LUST that lay dormant in every cell of her body.

As she finished,and tried to relax in her sated condition,I saw how she kept shifting in the chair,trying to find some posture to ease her discomfort,and unable to,turned to ask me for another glass of wine.Thinking she had more than enough,I filled her glass only half full,explaining to her,that she should not drink too heavily,for one of her duties was to clear away the table and clean the kitchen.I also explained that due to her new arrival,I had not requested her to prepare the meal,as I felt she should rest after having made the flight and the subsequent long drive to the farm.

Christy appeared to embrace the idea of being the cook and the diswasher,as I saw her smile confidently acknowledging to herself."This wouldn't be so bad after all."I then scooted my chair back a bit,stood up,and told Max,"When she finishes her wine,show her around the kitchen,and make sure she finds her way back to her bedroom when all is cleaned up."

Without looking at her,I walked past where she sat,and exited the dining room.

I chuckled to myself,as I headed for the secret alcove behind one wall of the master bedroom where Christy was assigned to stay,for NO ONE,not even Max,knew of the hidden room,or the hidden cameras and the vcr's that recorded her room.

Having checked all of the equipment,and inserting fresh tapes in the vcr's,there was only one more thing to attend to before I could relax,and observe Chisty's actions as she prepared to retire for the evening.The placement of a special leather satchel,containing one magazine of Erotic photographs,depicting black men fucking red headed women in every position imaginal.Their lustful expressions shown,along with closeups of the cocks penetrating the various cum soaked labias of the many different couples.I knew their would be at least one that would capture passion,and lead it boiling to the surface,never more to be restrained,except by me,and one long,thick,black rubbery dildo with assorted oils of varied scents in small bottles,laying loose at the bottom.

As I entered the room,with the satchel in hand,I tried to lower my height(so I would see the room with the same perspective as Christy did whenever she entered).I then placed the satchel under the edge of the giant four poster bed,with just the corner sticking out,so she would be able to see it as she turned from closing the door.

I knew her curiousity would overwhelm her,causing her to open it up and investigate what may be inside.

Content with the preparations,I then returned to the hidden room,and waited for her to return.

 

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