The door was partly open. Betsy, in all her small breasted, whip-muscled beauty, was riding her brother. She was loudly shouting, just like her mum us...d to do, whilst in full gallop. I left it until tomorrow. They weren't doing drugs, painting graffiti or rolling alcoholics down at the park, so we would spend some time together tomorrow.Tomorrow does come you know. I had just started making what I called breakfast, when Betsy came into the kitchen, wearing her nighty. It was not an improvement,. "Take me to bed Terry" she breathed into my mouth and together we walked hand in hand up to the spare bedroom, by the squeals of pleasure that we heard, we gathered the other one was in use!It wasn't a fuck, a screw or even a quick shag, it was the result of two lovers being apart for almost a year, she had tears in her eyes as I slid into her warmth, she kissed me hungrily as I began moving inside her, fucking her slowly with each deep thrust of my hips."I love you Terry" I never stopped mum,. Theaudience were well satisfied and applauded while the straps were undone. Whenthe woman stood up everyone could see that her breasts were now quite swollen,and black and blue with the bruising. She went back to her table and I saw thather torment wasn?t quite finished. The men sitting on either side of hercouldn?t resist stroking and squeezing her beaten tits and we could hear herwhimpering from the additional pain. Chapter eight. For the next session the chair was taken awayand one of the. I watch in the mirror as I slowly slide a hand into the waistband of my panties, my fingers running through my sparse pubic hair, down over my mound feeling my hot sex, my other hand reaching behind me, running over my buttocks. I can see my scarlet fingertips sliding down my slit, my lips spreading slightly under my attention. I curl one finger slightly, feeling it at the entrance of my hot hole, applying a small amount of pressure, I slip one finger into my wanting sex.I bring my hand out of.