At this point all the possible alternatives had rushed through my mind: staying at my smelly grandparent’s house or living in my perverted brother's...dorm room, but what they told me they decided to do shocked me. They told me that they hired a babysitter! They told me they had found someone that would be ok with the ‘unique’ situation they were putting me in. I felt that I couldn’t have been more humiliated, me, a 16 year old girl, needing a babysitter. That feeling of humiliation only deepened. “Oh, fuck, yes!”Her tart juices gushed out, bathing my hungry mouth.I licked up her yummy cream as the pleasure burned out of my cunt. An inferno swept through me, a heavenly rapture that blazed through my mind. It lifted me towards ecstasy. I danced like a spark on the hot air rising above a bonfire, carried higher and higher by the incestuous heat.“Linda!” my husband grunted.His hot cum fired into my asshole, feeding that bonfire. I blazed hotter, rose higher. I danced and swirled, loving all. The bartender came over, and she ordered. As he prepared her drink, she reached into her black pocket book and pulled out a cigarette, which the bartender lit for her with a lighter he pulled from his pocket.She looked around the smoky room, glancing at each man in turn. Soon her gaze settled on a corner booth not far where she sat, with six men dressed in suits. Their ties were in varying states of undone. A few had their jackets off and draped over the back of the booth. She gave them a. Both felt their nipples hardening from the contact with the material.Then as Ian climbed under the covers Eric could not resist the command given them by Jo to join him under the covers. As soon as Eric went under the covers their personalities shifted to their female personas. Within minutes Imogen and Erica were wrapped in each others arms, passionately kissing each other, their hands roaming all over each others bodies.Erica lay there and looked intently into Imogen's eyes, "God you're.