"How often is the 18 year old one being fucked?"Rick picked up the clipboard used to record punishments and rapes of the cell's occupants from the hoo... beside the door. "This one?" he said, pointing at Beth. "Three times so far today, seven yesterday. The 19 year old was eight times yesterday, twice so far today. The girls are more popular than their mother or their aunt. They were done three times each yesterday." Hmm," said Clegg. He got up and gripped Alice by the throat, pulling her to her. "From what I understand the house was closed up and nobody lived there. Being built in the early eighteen hundreds it wouldn't have gas nor, of course, electricity. I doubt that it was caused by any natural phenomenon. Perhaps a vagrant had got in and he set the fire."Bella seemed of the same opinion although she had another theory. "Arabella in her diary says that Dashwood's wife, Adelaide hated the house. You know what they say about a woman scorned. I wouldn't be surprised if she had the. Let's find out." Wearing nothing but tented short sports shorts and a Tee, he was unlikely to disturb her noisily or signal his closeness. He feathered her bare back, down her spine, past her waist and onto the upper curve of her shapely little ass. He whispered, "You want to move both arms above your head." He had moved to the far side of the bed and she had turned her head toward me and cracked open an eye. Flashing just her eyebrows at me in a sort of shrug and surrender to him, she racheted. Jean wore a simple t-shirt and white bra. She peeled her shirt off and reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and tossed it at me. Allison wore a basic gray sweatshirt. She quickly pulled it over her head and threw it on Jean’s shirt. Then she undid her white bra and also tossed it at me, and I threw it on top of Jean’s bra on the couch. Standing in front of me were two women, naked from the waist up, both proud of their breasts and taunting me to say something. Allison was smaller than Jean,.