"Shouldn't we eat first," she asked, her breath quickening."I intend to, and then we can have breakfast," I said, pulling a breast out and nipping it ...ently with my teeth."Oh God, this is wonderful, I've died and gone to Heaven," she breathed as I slipped my hand under the housecoat, browsing through the contents, which felt like a nylon half-slip, stockings and suspender belt and old-fashioned French knickers, lace-trimmed with wide openings for easy access to her little furry thing.Those were. Barry was pumping hard and he was sweating. She liked the smell of hissweat. He gave a sharp grunt and she knew the fuck was over. "No!" shewhispered, as she felt his wonderful prick jerk free. She felt deserted,empty, forlorn, forsaken. A couple of jerks into the tissue and Barry wasfinished. He fell back on his haunches, panting, a clump of tissuespressed against the head of his cock. "We better hurry, Sarah, we took quite a while," he said and got off thebed. Sarah got up slowly and reached. Graham had told themthat they could keep her for three days. By the time three days were up,the brunette would have been mind fucked as well as physically fucked. The video cameras installed in the apartment recorded the abuse thatAlison and Clare endured for the next three days. Jones was kept busyjust changing the videotapes in the machines in the adjacent apartment.He was amazed that the four brothers could save up that much sperm duringthe three weeks that they had been locked up in jail.. ..He sat up, and looked at his sister, "That was YOU??"Tracy nodded, her face still a panoply of expression. They looked at each other for a few moments, each processing what had happened, the mask laying in the dirt between them. Tracy crouched and sat on a boulder by the side of the trail and broke the silence."I guess you weren't really at the forest park that night, huh. Why'd you lie?"Brad scoffed, "Because I wanted to keep my anonymity. Sure did work."He looked back up at her, "Guess you.