I recognised our bedroom and could see myself completely naked and laid out on the bed, wearing a blindfold. Michael was videoing on his phone and tel...ing me that I was a desperate slut. He told me to say degrading things about myself, so I started saying I was a fat bitch, a cock whore and a cum bucket. Then Michael said that he thought I was a bitch in heat and opened our bedroom door to let our pet dog in. Rover came bounding in, a large sheepdog, and he went straight to my pussy. I'm. .. you already have Schumacher Syndrome. Interesting! Were you three ... gay prior to my sister seducing you?” I questioned out of pure morbid curiosity.“Yep. Total lipstick lezzies ... but we haven’t been since. We’re full-on nymphomaniacs! We can and will drain a man’s balls, fuck him into an early grave, and then just walk away with a very exciting limp! We didn’t move out here until recently, or else the entire town would have gang-banged you and your whole harem by now. Trust me on that.. “Don’t stop,” Robert ordered softly, and then there was a pair of lips on my own tit, suckling and licking just like I did, and my breathing sped up. Their hands never ceased to caress my thighs, rubbing over their lengths, drawing small circles on my soft skin, and they wandered closer and closer to my almost-virgin pussy. A small sigh escaped my throat when Clare’s fingers brushed over my aroused plum, and I suckled harder, drawing a giggle from her. “What a horny little thing you are,” she. "Where do you want her moved?" We need to place her in one of those chairs." The doctor pointedtowards the two chairs connected by several wires to the odd lookingcontraption standing behind them.Carefully Martin reached under her prone body and lifted her fromthe table. In doing so, he immediately knew why the doctor had askedfor help. She might have weighed in the neighborhood of one hundred,twenty pounds, but since she couldn't assist him it was all dead weight.Fortunately, it wasn't a.