It wasn't that he had been out late - itwas, apparently, the company he was keeping. They had a problem withJoe!Why, they would not say outright. Bu... between mutters that she was a'bad influence' and 'would lay her astray' (Her? Her!) he had gatheredthat people considered Joe to be a bad girl, one with a reputation.He'd have to warn Joe about that tomorrow.Aside from that, he realized that he had enjoyed the chewing out. Beingyelled at was so parental, and aside from feeling more protective. Linda asks what do my knickers say? I respond that you are a slut for big black cock. Yes I am said Linda, walking away from me now towards the kitchen, she opens the door and says meet Tony my boyfriend. Tony walks in hand in hand with Linda as she stops him only a couple of feet from where I am handcuffed to the chair. Linda is now rubbing a hand on Tony's crotch and saying I can see that you are excited about this aswell. She struts around to behind him and then unbuttons his shirt to let. He had no business being here. He should ignore the noises wait and approach them. He longed for home, and feared it as well. The sounds were coming from 50 yards to his right, the scene hidden from view by the dense underbrush. He did not need to see, to know. The girl’s scream pierced him, causing almost a physical pain that shot through his soul, cutting through the agony and the grief that filled him. The sound of the thrashing brush, testament to what was happening, and that knowledge. Then, on an unseen signal they swapped, Chloe's hands roaming inside Justy's dress as they kissed long and hard; Rosie almost devouring her new best friend Molly.Soon the two exhausted teenagers sank to the floor, locking thighs and started Tribbing on the sheepskin rug, swapping between being on top and underneath each time Rosie found an exposed bottom to fondle. After the second or third glass of wine, nobody could remember who they hadn’t had yet, so settled on a blindfolded drinking game.