I woke up one night and found my step brother on top of me having sex with my limp asleep body. after I noticed what he was doing I tried to get him o...f me but he was biggier then me and I was over powered by him I knew I would never be able to stop him so I just up and laid there with tears running down my face thinking what I had done to deserve this. I started thinking about all the times I woke sore and hurting and realized that he had been having sex with me for awhile. I was doing my. My sister usually invited me for Christmas, which was not much fun as she would bring our conversation round to what went wrong in my marriage. A subject that I tried to avoid as assiduously as she would try to talk about it. I lived my life and let others get on with theirs. My sister lived with a rigid set of almost Calvinistic rules and criticised volubly those who offended her rules. I, it would seem did that frequently. It was March before my journey plan took me back to the West Country.. She even lost sight of the rope that was stretching her neck from across the table. He bent forward again and kissed her neck passionately. He was hooked, she thought. This is my chance. He ordered her hands to be unlocked. The feeling of her arms being once again hers was wonderful. He then took the noose off her neck and untied her legs, effectively freeing her. He helped her up and stood before her. He ordered the room to be emptied, and one by one, each of the gang members left for the. Your juices are now flowing as you are about to climax. “You are such a fucking whore.” He tells you. You can’t get the words out of your mind. “I’m a fucking whore, I’m a fucking whore.” You moan and beg him to fuck you harder. He pulls you back with your long blond hair and grabs your breast with his other hand. As he squeezes your nipple you squeal with pleasure and rub your clit harder. “Please don’t stop! Fuck your dirty little whore.” You beg. The pleasure is so intense. You.