'Yeah," Sylvia smiles at him. "They make vibrators like that too. There's a tiny remote with a button you push when you want it to start and stop," she kisses him and brushes his damp hair from his forehead. "Anyway, Chris bought one and we fooled around with it a few times. It was very erotic to have him f**k me with the butt plug in my ass, not knowing when he would push the button."
"What does this have to do with dinner, last Christmas?" her daddy asks her.
"Well..," she smiles. "Chris convinced me to wear it to dinner with the family. It has this little thong-type strap to hold it in," she says. "The whole time we were sitting there, passing the biscuits, Chris was pushing the remote button to vibrate my butt plug. By the time dinner was over, I was so f*****g wet, I figured my smel
