Hubby and I flew over and were met by an older woman around 55 or 60, in tracksuit bottoms long jumper big tits her hair tied back dyed blonde with gr...y coming thru, rose tinted big sunglasses her name was Bridget, and she took us to a tatty old Volvo and drove us to an area a bit like Norfolk, flat with loads of farms. We pulled up after a while at a five bar gate and after Steve pushed it open we saw her home was a static caravan with loads of out-buildings, we could hear barking. She. .. well... that.Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.It. H shuffles M upstairs to change. I can hear them chatting away and can only imagine M is filling H in on all the details of last night and this morning. Lunch is wonderful finished off with a glass of wine.H and M curl up on the couch knees wrapped under themselves showing off their great legs in short runners shorts. Asking me when I am due to fly home which is in three days, I see a quick glance between the two. I get an overwhelming feeling there is something being planned. As H gets us to. ” She hadn’t been quite sure how that sentence was going to end.Very slowly, he stared to fold her panties up, from one end to the other. “So you are still mine? Owned? Every inch of you?”“Yes, Sir. All of me. I am yours. Your slut.” “In that case, who decides when you edge? When your paddling stops? How many sweets you eat?”“You do, Sir.”“What should I do about your poor behavior?”You should paddle me until I cry. “Punish me, Sir. Punish me as you see fit.”He nodded. He was done.