However, there was a surprise coming to the young couple, a phone call from Jason's grandmother telling him that she had sent a friend to pick them up...to have lunch with her.Shortly afterwards a jovial man about 65 years old came by and rang the doorbell. He was driving an old Chevy, just like the one Cecilia's mother had but in much better condition. The car either had been restored or had been properly taken care of, and it was interesting to see what her own family's car would have looked. She began to shift her weight from leg to leg to loosen muscles tightened by standing too long in one position. As she chewed on her lower lip her mind played through a dozen different scenarios, all ending with Junior killed or injured, with her trapped here unable to help him. She had almost made up her mind to do something, anything, when she heard the whine of the large electric motor that opened the garage door. She swiftly moved down the corridor, stepping to the other side of the hallway. Family healing through incest, sharing, and bondage,” Mom winked at me and the twins.“I want to call him Master myself, though,” Heather suddenly told us while flipping Mom over to rim her at last.“Yes ... let’s call him ... Master, too!” Natasha quickly followed suit, being a true twin in that respect.“Are you sure about that, girls? You just got to call me ‘bro,’ just now. You want to drop that so quickly in exchange for such a ... dominant title?” I wondered aloud while still banging. I think a good ass whipping, so you can’t sit down on the job for a while is in order. Don’t you think, you stupid useless slave?”Nyasia didn’t have a second to protest, as he grabbed her hair and pulled back on it hard. “On your feet you lazy cunt!” he bellowed, smacking her bare ass and the wooden handle of the long stack of wood balls stuffed painfully up in her ass.She screamed and then wailed loudly into her gag, as he wrenched her up onto her bare feet. She stood there shivering in fear,.