Then I stood naked in front of them again. I fought the urge to cover myself with my hands. I realized that it would be silly at this point, and that ...hey would only be amused by it.Tom said, "That's a good girl. Now get your nasty ass in the bathroom and take a shower. You stink."As I was leaving the room, biting my tongue to keep from pointing out that I didn't "stink" before they had ****d me, Tom turned to his buddy with the camera and said, "John, why don't you go with her. Get some good. Brooke said, "Grandfather called and let us know you were in safely. I'm glad Lib was there and brought someone to stay and help you. Will's watching football. I have the needlepoint frame set up and have been doing needlepoint, while he's been watching the bowl games."I said, "Sally, the woman Lib brought to help me, likes to garden. She's going to put in some flower beds and plants around the house, while she watches over me. I just wanted to let you know I'm in and being taken care of. I'll. Yahoo Messenger came as a relief to me, the day I found the chat rooms Iknew I could expand my dreams, talk with like minded people, and live out myfantasies in chat. Though I joked about it online I never believed it wouldever become real, that I would see what I wanted. It was not that I did notwant to watch her really suffer, I did, it was more about the safety, especiallymy safety, during and after. I had no guts for it. What if she reported it?Realized I was involved? Or if I became too. The tip already glistened with pre-cum. "Nice size", she said. "About eight inches?" I knodded. "Better that that teen fucking rat I lived with"."Nice balls too" she said weighing them in her hand and squeezing.Then she fell to it, sliding her hand and mouth up and down my pole. She was good as well as starving. "Now fuck me"Standing up I pushed my trousers and pants down my cock was gasping for a fuck. I pushed her skirt up, slipped my hands round her arse. A thong. Easy. I pulled them aside.