Peter decided to remind her that he was there and said "don't worry baby... do it for me... please...". Blake then suggested "how about I take a pict...re of my cock just starting to go in your pussy, and then send it to Peter... we'll take it slow, and you can back out anytime... how's that sound?". Olivia asked Peter "is that ok with you", and Peter was quick to answer "yes... please".Blake got up and spread her legs, seeing her naked open pussy for the first time as he started rubbing his. “HI!” he says with a huge grin. We both blink then stare. Woah, this kid seriously looks like he could actually be my brother… “We kinda do look a like…” he says, then extends his hand. “Well hey! I’m Zane. You must be Tyler. I kinda stalked your facebook some.” I laughed and shook his hand. Funny guy…. The family all said hello, and we sat in the formal living room and had sweet tea. Zane and I ended up talking the most, probably because we sat on the same couch, while the foster parents. Now he had it perfected, his art. His basement was set up just the way he liked it, the room soundproofed so that even from upstairs, he couldn't hear them scream. He had cameras rigged up, recording every move they made, capturing every sound, every prayer that was uttered from lips that were his to kiss, his to control. His video cabinet was full of tapes, all color coded and marked in his own special rating system. The end was always marked in red, red for pain, red for death. He had five. One night while Brittney and I were having a marathon sex session she started trying to get me to cum and started going through her list of friends asking which ones I wanted to fuck, and my cock apparently got harder when she mentioned Brittney’s name. She paused and kept going with it, telling me all the things she’d like to see me do to her until I finally came all over her. This memory was starting to get me hard and realized I was not paying attention to what was going on at the table and.