Bree felt a shameful blush color her cheeks as she answered "I've never done this... anything before."Trina reached out and pulled Bree's shirt up ove... her head. "Don't worry. I'll go first. Just try to relax. Ok?"Bree nodded and reached behind herself to undo her bra as Trina began unbuttoning Bree's jeans. Bree's heart thundered in her chest as with Trina's help she wiggled out of her pants. She stood before her sister in nothing but her pain white panties and wished she had changed them to. Hed kill anyone who tried to hurt her. No one could know that. Because then she could be used against him. They all fucked her. His father, all of his brothers. But she meant nothing to them. She was just a pretty toy to be played with. Something to amuse them, to pass the time. He needed to hurt her. Needed Marcus to see. He hauled his hand back and slapped Callia hard across the face. He felt the slap himself. His palm stung, but shed squeezed tight around his cock, and her hips pushed off. Basically, the woman you just fucked, isn't really a woman. By day, sheis a businessman who earns himself a nice little package, but at 7o'clock every evening, he turns into a sex hungry goddess and is nolonger in control of his body. You, Tim, have been infected by thiswoman and you will have your first change at 7 o'clock, later today.Now WAKE UP!"The woman vanished and the cinema materialised away into the distance.He was now staring at the ceiling of the woman's apartment. He got upout of. Jen shook her head. "Mike, no, that's going too far. I can't — you can't ask me to do that."Mike took his wife's hands. "We've always wanted another baby, and I'd love any baby you'd have, whether I'm the father or Steve." Mike looked pleadingly into his wife's eyes. "Jen, the risk of Steve getting you pregnant, it's such a thrill for me. I can't describe it. I just need it. Please do this for me. Please."Jen's head was spinning. This was crazy. This was taking things too far. "No, Mike, no, I.