"Cyndi your sister?" she asked hoarsely and nervously. Her face was getting red, as were the tops of her breasts which peeked out of the low-cut white...tank top. I could tell the idea excited her--her nipples were sticking right through the damp cotton material, and it wasn't cold in here."You got it," I said. "I finally got her into bed, and put it on tape." Whoa," said Megan. "That's really kinky. Can I see it?" It's right here," I said, picking up the tape from the nightstand. "In living. If she is with another man, I am with another woman. A relationship like this only works if it is fully reciprocal, and there is a lot of trust involved.”I refilled everyone’s glasses while Aaron mulled that over. “So what are the rules anyhow?”“It’s pretty simple actually. Our relationship with each other comes first. We don’t keep secrets, if one of us has a problem with the others play partner we stop. We can flirt all we want, and play to a limited extent without clearing it first with each. “Yes anything please fuck my ass!! Fuck it anyway you want. Anytime, anywhere, just please fuck my ass!! I screamed.He plunged it deep into me again, pounding my hole even harder, I knew I was now a slave to his cock. I could feel it stretching my ass wide open as I gripped him and tried to get it deeper and deeper. He grabbed my throat, choking me and pulled me back harder onto his cock. I moaned, loving it as he held the bottle under my nose again. I inhaled deeply and my world exploded as. She began to explain a few things about the Olmstead Ranch that the team would need to know. First it was her Daddy's money that kept her going. He was a 60's era Texas "Oil Baron" that just happened to run a few hundred head of Herefords on his "spread".Her late husband Tom preferred their home in Belaire, a Houston township, where he could be close to his bank where he was one of the Vice-Presidents. Chris's brother happened to be in Oklahoma City the day of the bombing meeting with an Energy.