Her smallish boobs were tied tightly and were whipped by both Lionel and Maria who were both dressed in leather. Her legs were spread and held there b... some sort of bar and her pussy was whipped as well. In a number of photos a dildo was shoved deep into her pussy while she was still tied to the cross. A small number of photos were of the woman kneeling on a table, her boobs untied, but with clamps attached to the nipples from which thin ropes extended and Maria and Lionel apparently taking. We didn't even think about that.I laid down over my sisters face,my head resting on my arms on the floor,knees slightly bent,as Karen sucked and nibbled away at my cock. That was when I felt Kurt stick first one,then two fingers up my well lubed,willing asshole. God! That always feels so good. Kurt is an expert asshole finger fucker. As well he should be! He is the oldest after all.It didn't take long for Karen to begin to squirm around and moan,so I knew Kurt was doing a good job working over. I hear the door to one of the loo’s open and a soft chuckle from the bloke that walks out. “Sorry mate.” The bloke says to you eyeing me appreciatively, “can’t wait to get her home eh?” You don’t reply and just drag me into the open washroom, closing and locking the door. Your hands are hurried as they unzip and remove my skirt. You kneel in front of me to slide it down my legs and when I lift up my leg to step out of it you press a wet kiss at the juncture of my thighs. “Fuck.” I hiss, as your. “Where is he then? What’s your name?” I whisper as I brush the hair off your neck and brush my lips against your neck, “my name is Marcus and I think you are interested, you just need a bit of coaxing,” my tongue gently strokes behind your ear and my free hand slides to your thigh and up the skirt of your purple dress, just under the hem.“Rachel, my name is Rachel and he’s working late,” you manage to whisper as I continue to nibble at your ear, “are you deaf, I said I was married,” you try to.