He told me to wait. I said ok. He got up, went to his room and took his camera out. I thought that he would fuck me again and record me getting fucked...by him. He smiled and told me not to worry. He showed me the camera and told me that he has deleted everything he recorded. I could not believe my ears. I thought as if I was seeing a dream. He said the same thing again. I asked him the reason behind it. He held my hand and brought his face close to my face. I could feel his warm breath. I moved. The sister Pat was there with her boyfriend Dennis, Carole was coming up for 17 years old then and even better looking if that was possible, she told me the next day what she had done, It all started with her watching tv, it was a programme bout an Amazon tribe, and they all went about their everyday duties in the nude, Carole said she hasn't realised there was such a difference in sizes and shapes of men's cocks and it had an effect on her, we were still virgins when we got married, but we had. I sighed, hoping it was over now, but my unknown torturer seemed to bea real sadistic person, as she started to push one of my smaller dildoes insideme. I screamed and screamed, but all that came out were a few muffled moansand grunts. The stranger showed no mercy, she continued pushing the fake penisinside me. There I was now: Tied spread-eagle, gagged, struggling, clamps squeezingmy hurting nipples and a dildo painfully stretching my asshole. I was pain,my whole body seemed to consist of. Jennifer was wearing a very brief chocolate brown bikini, not unlike her mother’s, and her young, ripe figure showed even more clearly, particularly now that the suit was wet. The top was not padded, and her nipples clearly showed through the fabric. Pamela was only slightly more modestly dressed, in that she was wearing a light blue two piece suit, but not a bikini. Her breasts were not yet developed enough to require a bra, but her nipples and areola were beginning to puff out, and it.