Betty jumped back, her eyes wide with fright. Problems. That's what she had. Problems with men, problems with herself, with her image of herself. And Annie was willing to give up her boyfriend to her. Just the thought of having a man touch her made her cringe.

"Don't worry about it, baby. There's no problem here," Hank said reassuringly.

Betty thought about the problem she was having with her body, with her mind. Her tits were itching terribly around the nipples. Her cunt was generating more and more heat as the swollen pussylips rubbed together. A knot of tension formed between her belly and her cunt.

"Come on," Annie urged.

Annie walked ahead of them, motioning with one hand for Betty to follow her. The blonde passed by Hank, feeling his knuckles brush all too familiarly over her ass.

"Where are we going?" Betty asked hesitantly, following her friend through the kitchen to the basement door.

"Down here. Daddy's always puttering around in the basement. I keep worrying he's gonna find out what I've been doing. Watch your step."

Every step downward Betty thought about turning around, running back through the kitchen and out into the night. There was still time. She could save her virginity, her reputation. But something else had taken over the girl, had turned and twisted her mind around until the thought of going back to her mother revolted her. No, she was going to stay with Annie and Hank, see what they did. She could feel her cunt beating in time to her heart.

"Oh, Annie… what are all these things?" Betty asked.

"On my dad's workbench? Oh, and that's really hard to pull out here. We've gotta make sure it's shoved back in the corner just like daddy wants it. If he only knew…" Annie laughed, her eyes twinkling wit mischief as she slipped one arm around her friend and guided her past several strange wooden barrels to the bench. There were all sorts of things. Cuffs, screw-like objects, stirrups, leather belts, and something that resembled a riding crop.