After that bed was again put up and I was cleaned. Then a little more massage was done on my boobs and I was freed. I came out and told my husband the...whole thing and he said it was him who had fucked me in the room but he wasn’t allowed to speak to me.We got home and my boobs were sore but my husband can’t sleep without playing with them, so he played while I screamed in pain. This kept on happening for 5 days and everyday my husband would come and fuck me in room. On sixth day after fucking. I had switched on the home theater to get the maximum effect of scariness for everyone. I sat beside my youngest sister. I knew from the start that she would just be hiding her face and closing her ears every now and then. Well, that is exactly what happened.From the start of the movie, she was scared. The movie was going fine, and everything was normal. I and my brothers were playing pranks on our sisters from time to time to scare them. But then something happened, and the scene was quite. Mr. G. was exceptionally gentle. He held steady allowing me to get adjusted to his size. He was considerate enough to wait until I began cautiously thrusting back against him. He held completely still as I became accustomed to the entire experience. I spit more on my fingers and began massaging my clit. At some point he picked up on my rhythm and together we found our pace. My hair brush handle had been really nice, but nothing could ever compare with having a live pulsing. ”“Such as? You are not doing that again Alicia I can tell you that much right now.” I tried not to sound to authoritive.“Well do you remember that teddy bear I had with me?” I nodded as I sipped the coffee. This wasn’t decaf, she pulled out all the stops this morning. “That was one of those Nanny-Cams.” she smiled wickedly and placed a USB drive on the table. “If he tries to shut you down you know have something to bargain with.”“You….you recorded it?”“Yup.” she beamed with pride. “I started.