I could feel the head of Butch's cock near my anus as he bent to kiss my mouth and neck and tits. I was squirming, wanting – needing – his dick in...ide of me. Then he began to push his cock to the mouth of my hungry anus. OH! FUCK! IT FUCKIN' HURTS!I tried to squirm away but there was nowhere to move. I was lucky if I weighed 70 pounds, and Butch had his 250 pounds of big black muscles on top of me. I was completely helpless as his cock tore into my clenched sphincter muscles. I screamed in pain. "But she's my sister!" he protested. Shayna nodded her agreement. Fooling around with Angie was one thing, but her own brother? Eew.Angie turned to Shayna. "What's your parent's cell phone number again?" she inquired."Wait, ok," agreed Johnny. He turned and gave Shayna a quick peck on the lips."That's not a kiss," said Angie, putting her hands on her hips. "I know you read dirty magazines, Johnny, so I know you know how you're supposed to kiss a girl."B-but, Ang," began Shayna. She was cut. I was sent there by order of my boss, Jack Larson, by way of my immediately superior, Roberta Peters. Since they were two of the cluster fuckers you have already interviewed, you should have known that already, if they were in a truthful mood," I added sarcastically."They both told me you had been sent to Harrisburg," admitted the detective. "Things are just a bit more complicated than that. Ms. Peters said you called from Harrisburg and asked that she deliver a package to your home last. You know you're not supposedto cast glamours on other people. Do I need to remind you what theconsequences are if you're found out?"Someone from the back laughed and offered some toast to Samantha."Get that away from me! Bread makes me nauseous and fat!"Samantha turned and left the room with Kelli and Patricia followingclose on her heels. The other girls laughed as they left and gatheredaround. They seemed to enjoy asking me questions and were very friendly.Even the Goth girls had smiled at the.