To me, it was merely another example of the importance of what we were doing in secret – how his pressure needed to be continuously addressed. After a while, he advanced to using two fingers at a time. Ok XXX Doo it!”, Daddy called out. Richard was looking around, behind the sofa, at the windows and into the darkness of his garden out back, as if he had seen something. Daddy brought me into my own bedroom and laid me down on my bed. I thought that maybe me and Richard should leave the room for a while so that he could relieve his pressure in me. Also, now I could see all of them; in the nude. His seemed on par with Dad’s, more or less. It ran down my little crack, to my
