He was fully dressed in black clothes; I saw his hand and noticed he was a black man…''Do not even fight, slut… you are mine tonight…” He hiss...d…As he said so, the bastard made me spread my legs and tied them up to the bedposts. He did the same with my wrists. I was now facing down the mattress, but could hear this stranger black man was undressing himself.“My buddies love your nice stuff; but I will steal more from you”He whispered, as he was climbing up the bed.A deep voice came from the. . you yanks call it the trunk. I need to know the sleeping arrangements ... do I have my own room or do I sleep in the nursery? As soon as I have a wash I’ll find the kitchen and cook. What?”We were past astounded ... and looked it.“I’ve been living on the street and you gotta fit in. When mum died I had her insurance and the house ... taxman took the house and “Friends” took my money ... I was raped and miscarried in my eighth month. You looked like good people and I needed to find a. She took matters into her own hands literally. One afternoon before her mother came home from work, Karen got her stepfather in the family room and she came right out and asked him what it would take for the two of them to start having sex together again. Her stepfather, Larry, loved fucking Karen. He got a very hot arousal not only from touching and playing with his young stepdaughter, but he also loved it whenever she'd suck his cock or when he and her would fuck together.Larry gave Karen. She was still completely helpless. And even worse, it was also affecting her again. Samantha was ashamed and embarrassed how strongly she had come even after seeing Kathrine. It was this fatal but seductive feeling of helplessness. And seeing Kathrine with Hannah brought it back with a vengeance. The woman who just fucked her was now seducing her sister. And obviously it worked, which wasn't a complete surprise. Hannah was still rather innocent and therefore had no defense against the sexy.