“She’s been at the house. They took her bed and dresser and the rest of her clothes but left everything else. I should have bought a new set of lo...ks while we were at Ed’s. But other than my tools down in the basement and the lawn mower in the garage, there really isn’t much else to take unless they come back for the tv and that painted wedding photo Martha just had to have. I have half a mind to go back in and get it drop back off at her folks place.” “Ya, with me sitting right here next to. "Well, you might have been a pain in the ass, you were MY pain in the ass. I am so sorry Lucie, all of this was my fault, I just hope that one day you can forgive me."Lucie tried to open her eyes wider then found the exercise far too exhausting. "I think that we should talk after this. I mean really talk alone with Uncle Trent and our brother William. Then, they and I, can decide what if anything you need to be forgiven for."Hartwell could only stare at his sister a moment, what she had said. I usually never add comments. This time was the exception. LC replied back and that’s how our relationship began. Slowly, over several months our friendship blossomed. We felt very comfortable with each other. Sharing our most intimate thoughts and fantasies. Private messages sent back and forth as our time allowed. We went offsite and masturbated for each other on webcam. I had to put plastic “Glad” wrap over my keyboard to catch the massive loads of cum that I blew out for her as she. It was tricky, and he had to keep from getting excited, but he finally managed. As he clicked it shut, locking it and passing control over to the website transmitter, he could feel the nasty spikes as his now locked cock expanded in its cage... Ouch!Next was the bondage collar. It went on nice and easy, and it was more snug than Dave would have liked, but it would be something he could endure. Standing in front of the mirror, it was the first thing someone would notice now. It was 4 cm wide.