"Get one of the toys from Shannon's closet"

Caroline requests, a very intense, naughty expression on her face "It says right here in the diary: 'She said I could use one of her toys.' I'd love to teach my youngest daughter how to have anal sex using my oldest daughter's toys." Caroline smiles. You wonder if her mind always worked this way, if you've made it so in this short amount of time, or maybe you've just given her permission to tap into her filthiest thoughts.

You look at her, lying there on her Zoe's bed, nude, used and abused, fully away that her daughter is going to walk in on her like that, and fully prepared to go to a place almost no other mother would dare.

But there's no time to wonder, you have to head to Shannon's room and get a toy for Zoe's ass.

Shannon's room, just down the hall, is the typical college student room, in that it's a typical high school student room that's been ransacked, and emptied out of everything useful. You have no idea where these toys would be, other than the closet. And you hope she hasn't taken them all with her.

Then again, if she's taken 40 guys in her ass she probably doesn't really need dildos.

In her closet there's a huge, antique, chest. And you go to open it. At first it won't budge and you start to worry that it might be locked.

But it's just old and tight, and finally you pull the lid up, revealing an absolute treasure trove of sex toys, dozens upon dozens of them, dildos, vibrators, anal beads, butt plugs, and on and on and on.

And again, there's no time to be ponderous. You have to grab something and take it down to Caroline before her daughter finds her way to her room.