She won’t know, anyway. Joyce’s tight ass got me so fuckin’ horny….”He pulled the sheet back and appraised his little sister’s fine set of...tits. Her slim, freckled face was half covered by her thick shock of red hair… a quick glance at her pussy mound confirmed both were the same color. Once he looked at that cunt, he had no interest in anything else.“She’s passed out. She’s already been fucked. She won’t have a clue.” He spread her legs apart and crawled between them, “Actually,” he spoke to. His hands were tied tightly below the table, you could see the ropes digging into his skin.I’m not sure if the guy was liking it. He was gagged and in a gimp hood, shaking his head on every deep thrust. The wolf seemed to be liking it. Of course, maybe that was just my take, seeing the rather large toothy smile of the headpiece. I staggered a little, but caught myself before I fell. My movements caught the attention of the wolf, and she looked at me, turning her head slowly my way. There was. This was a lie. “Unless they are young girls, then you are all smiles and flirts,” he said. Yet another lie. I could smell the alcohol on his breath for the hundredth time this year. He was bigger than me and looked threatening, always on the edge. In part due to alcohol, his temper made me and the rest of the workforce uneasy. He is a mean drunk. We saw him as a bully. Not all of us, but almost. There was one big exception; our boss, my wife. She saw him as a wounded animal who deserved. Dahra Cahlarfelgis looked young for her six years, with none of the lines or wrinkles that usually appeared on most women her age. If it weren't for the style of her straight dirty blonde hair, most people would have mistaken her for someone three years younger. She had not changed her hair style since she had graduated from college. As a result her hair was at least three years out of date. Although it suited Dahra, Lissa and many of her co-workers had tried, unsuccessfully, to get her to.