Nigel realized she was full of shit and being saucy. “You are a cheeky monkey, aren’t you? Sure, I am game!” he said. He took her picture when s...e dropped her hands.“What is that for?” she asked.“Twitter! Do you mind? I’m an admin for Yorkshire Chavs, Slags and Slappers,” he said. He explained in England that was slang for a slutty girl who liked showing off her body.“Oh, well, which am I? A chav, slag or a slapper?” Melanie smirked.“I’d imagine a bit of all three,” Nigel smirked as he watched. "We're going to collect your stash of pictures and tape recordings - the ones you and Jenny have been hiding all these years." The ones of all the men?" Lynn asked. She had to keep asking that. Somehow something didn't seem right, but she couldn't figure out exactly what."Them are the ones," the old man said. "We gotta get 'em quick. Jenny's back at the farm waiting for us to bring 'em back. She wants every last one of 'em now, so you gotta make sure we don't leave none behind. We wouldn't want. ." Again the older woman made an approach, this time refraining from contact, and spoke softly, "Let us calm down and think rationally... I am sure there is a reasonable explanation and we will be alright." The words did little to phase the woeful man, his body shaking wildly and his head slumped down to his knees; "...There is no reason here... you all saw it! You saw that thing! You felt what I felt!" He rose to his feet and turned, grabbing the older woman by her arms as his voice grew to. My husband started to undress. Now was when he normally reclaimed my pussy, but I saw the lust in his eyes wasn't for me."You've just watched your sister get fucked. Are you ready to be fucked?" It wasn't really a question. Not that she would have said no. I know watching someone get fucked by five guys for over an hour had to have some effect on her. She just saw their as he peeled his clothes off.She started to say no. She wanted to. She was a "good" girl, engaged to a "good" guy, but then.