Tons of sex stuff

Tara and Cara looked dumbfounded at the mess of sexual paraphernalia on the floor. There were leather straps, handcuffs, ball-gags, a whip, a paddle, and an unending array of toys, vibrators, anal beads, butt plugs, and more toys than either girl had ever seen before in their lives, big, small, some shaped unlike any cock they were familiar with.

“How long has this stuff been in here?” Cara asked, amazed.

Tara shrugged and stepped into the closed, squatting down to grab one of the toys.

“Don’t do that! Are you crazy? That’s gross!” Cara shouted. So Tara stepped back out.

“Do you think Mom knows this is here?” She asked.

“I doubt it. We’ll have to ask her.”

The girls closed to door and resolves to get back to work. But they didn’t. They found themselves overcome by exhaustion as if the mere sight of the closet was too much for them. Besides, it was getting late.

They headed off to bed.

Hours later Tara laid, awake in her room, thinking about all the stuff, feeling increasingly strange about it. Maybe aroused, but that wouldn’t make sense. She slid her hands into her pajama shirt and ran them over her young breasts. Her nipples were crazy hard.

Then she heard a noise. The sound of someone walking down the hallway. It got closer and closer to her room. Her door creaked open. Her heart thumped and she wasn’t even sure why. Something told her that whoever entered her room would be very, very consequential.