It was something that would haunt him for the rest of his days.Everyone would only know him as that faggot who got beat by his sister.Compared to that...a semi anonymous portfolio was definitely the lesser oftwo evils.Keira's smirk had only grown during her mother's explanation. Giving herbrother a make over would be so much more fun and satisfying than justhumiliating him on Instagram. Hell if she could get her hands on thatportfolio as well then she had him right where she wanted him. There. “Do you really think so?” Betsy asked.“Yes. You make a beautiful bride,” Kelly said.Betsy wasn’t sure that she believed Kelly. After all, mothers were supposed to say things like that. She always felt that all of the years of moving and physical activity had produced a body that wasn’t very feminine looking. She had muscles in her legs that could carry her for miles at a fast run that marathoners could not hope to match, on their best day. She had muscles in her arms that would let her lift. ” I backed up Josh. Morgan pulled off her sweat pants revealing her tight young teen ass with tiny panties.“Turn around. Let’s see what you got.” As she turned around Josh pulled down her panties. “Baby, looking good.” “Sweet.” Josh savored seeing the tight young body for the first time in person. “Morgan, spread your legs and touch our toes.” Josh and I ran our hands over her butt cheeks. I spread her pussy lips. “OHHHHH look at that” Morgan was whimpering, almost crying. Morgan. He began pulling the right cord slowly. Each clothes pin popped off, one by one, about every two seconds. Zingy bolts of agony ran to my brain with each pop. The last one stretched my nipple before it released, causing the biggest jolt. Then he reached for the left side. Zip! One hard, fast yank pulled them all at once. I screamed from the shock as I was cumming from the still vibrating Hitachi. Once again the pain was intensely exquisite.He held me as he released me from my bonds and then.