I was crying more nowbecause of the intense humiliation. Aunt then got her phone from her roomand clicked a few pictures. Mother pronounced that from ...ow every day Icome home, I will be wearing bangles at home and if I break those, I willbe punished severely with spankings.This went on for about a week, it became a daily affair for me to comehome, walk into my mother's or my sister's room and put on the bangles bymyself.We had a maid for sweeping and mopping the floor, washing utensils. I knew what I wanted. I knew what they wanted. I knew what she wanted. And in the end, what she wanted is all that mattered. I replied, ‘I dare you to let them gangbang you’. Even more time lapses, what is going on? Man I really wanted to see this. I wanted to see the look on her face as the first guy slid his cock into her wet pussy. The next pic came in with the first guy banging her, cock buried deep in her pussy. The look on Jessica’s face is what I could only describe as rapture. Minutes. She figured, though, that Terry could go all night with switching his hands this way.The last left-handed slap was just his fingers, not his palm, where her butt met her right thigh. That did hurt as much as the right-handed one did.“Whadya know,” Terry -- or maybe Jack -- said from behind her. “They’re starting to get pink.”Before the spanks resumed, he stroked the left ass cheek. His fingers strayed onto her labia.“Jack!” she said. After all, Terry was entitled; Jack was a virtual. While Sally was already five years old and no longer on a tit milk diet, perhaps things progressed between them past the breast massaging thing. Kind of like how I wanted them to progress now. My brother had a wonderful mouth and very talented hands and I wanted to see what else they could do to my body. But mom was a jealous woman and surely, she’d not like me to step on her toes like that. Bummer for her, because I didn’t give a shit. I wanted Adrian. I was going to have him. And then I’d see.