Her eyes burned as they looked at that expression of self-satisfaction on Melinda's face."Look, Heather, I'm serious. I didn't make you do anything. T...e house just... just makes things happen." I don't believe you." Fine. I don't give a shit what you think anyway." I'm going to find a way to get back at you for this," Heather said in a tone that made Melinda shiver. "I mean it. I'm going to repay this."Melinda tried very hard not to look scared under her sister's frightful gaze. "Okay, fine,". “You won't win me with such demonstrations. I won't even give you the pleasure of having me as an idle witness.” She turned and faced the mirror. King Moracor's expression darkened and his eyes met the reflection of hers. “You would not want to displease me while I hold such a delicate flower.” “You wouldn't hurt her,” the Princess whispered back at him. He pinched the servant's nipple between thumb and forefinger and tore her bottoms off, the string holding it all up came apart easily. The. "God, what's happening to you?"Wendy jammed her cunt into her mother's knee and whimpered."Sex is what's happening to me," she gasped. "All kinds of sex." She giggled and looked at her aunt. "Should we tell her?" Not yet, honey," Martha said. "First we gotta show her how much fun sex is." She should know," Amy giggled as she began rubbing her aunt's tits. "She fucked Wendy's dad." Probably only once," Martha laughed. She joined her daughter at Grace's tits and began kneading the firm milky. That’s not really my style, but to each their own.The most recent update to this story was a downer but much expected. The main character was not careful to cover his tracks and finally got caught. All his toys were deprogrammed, and he ended up running from the cops. This was not an unusual ending to one of these stories… well it wasn’t until the author made another short forum post.“I managed to grab the bike and hide it,” the post read. “I can’t get caught with it. Maybe one of you can carry.