Three hours later, I heard Ana’s car pulling at the driveway.I met her at the door and she gave me a little peck on the cheek.She looked tired, so I...said that I would rub her nice feet. Anita was dressed in a business woman’s outfit, tight skirt and a silky blouse.My fingers worked my way from her feet to her thighs...then I noticed her skirt was not zipped all the way. Ana guessed my mind and she nodded her head, admitting she had allowed her Boss to have a quickie with her at his desk…I asked. She could feel herself blushing. She’d probably lose her as a friend if she touched those beautiful breasts. “Well, aren’t you hot,” asked Angel as she plopped back onto the bed. With one leg hanging off the bed, Angel leaned back on her arms. Her other leg was bent at the knee and spread wide. Her auburn hair flowed like silk behind her. Gina could see a small patch of dark hair sticking out of the edge of Angel’s thong. “Definitely,” replied Gina nodding her head vigorously. Gina stripped. His mouth covered hers, immediately silencing her as she tried to squeak in protest. As his tongue pushed through her lips, his hands stroked up her sides and then deftly unclasped her bra. The straps fell halfway down her arms, stopping at the creases of her elbows. She pulled away to catch her breath and turned around in his strong arms. Her bra landed on the carpet next to her robe, completely forgotten about. Elisabeth looked up at Mike, a small smile on her lips. She couldn’t deny how. Plus I’d never regarded them as sisters, or my stepmother as my mother. They simply existed so I could do my duty to the tribe while they did the work at home.Hence I felt no pricks of that thing you call conscience as I watched the female writhe in agony on the hot sand. In fact, I landed another hard on her ribs, causing a cracking sound. She looked at me with an expression of awe and horror, never having expected her own “brother” to be so cruel. At that moment however, I felt gnarled hands.