“You into sadomaso, son ?” she asked me. "Emma no, I mean yes," I mumbled.“Welcome,” she said and took me to meet the others. Introductions ov...r, time passes and I am now left alone with my thoughts as my reflection looks back at me from the dark windows. Maybe I made a mistake in coming here, I think. This is not from me, no, not for me, chained to a cross in a smelly and disreputable basement club. Not for me.“Another drink ?” I hear. A voice, soft like velvet, gentle and caressing. I turn. "OK I'll do it!" I announced softly.Chris laughed "you didn't hesitate".My arm snaked around her waist and I kissed my big sister soft lips. She put her hand on my chest "one minute" and stood removing her thong, and he freshly shaved pussy was there. I stood and removed my t-shirt, sneakers and socks, leaving my gym shorts on.Sis moved to me and I was holding the most beautiful naked sister in all the world. Our lips locked together and tongues darting into each other's mouth. Chris looked at. “Next! Your turn, Angela.”She got up, cautiously looking around to make sure no one was watching. She copied my style, throwing off her top. More coyly she stepped out of her shorts. This time it was my eyes that were glued to her body.At last, we both stretched out in the sun in all our naked glory! Drinking and chatting about how we wanted to change the world, we soon started to become buzzed. The talk soon became more sexual; I told Angela in great detail of my time with Tom and Steve in the. ” The waist band tie in my shorts snapped just after I had picked up the lemons, the morning newspapers and my coffee mug. In my back pocket were the house keys to Harry’s back door. Now, with the broken waist band string, my shorts heading south with each step I took, they dropped a little bit more until they were just hanging on by the curve of my hips. Because the box was heavy and I did not want to spill my hot coffee either, I did not stop to re-group. I just carried on down the hill to.