Hans returned with a tray of food which he set down on the table."I'll unchain you and let you eat, but you'll have to put out first," he sneered. It ...ad been almost a day since Emily had eaten or drunk anything. She was hungry, but it was the burning thirst which was causing her the most consternation. Her lips were dry and she ached for a sip of water. "Well?" he asked. She simply turned her head away from him. "Suit yourself," he laughed, picking up the tray and disappearing out the door. Except, of course ... that she wouldn’t let me fuck her.“Hypothetical,” I said. “I ask you if you have any requests.”Nod.“What do you ask for?”“I ask if I can cum.”“How do you ask?”“Please,” my sister begged. “Please please please please please please please.”“‘I tell you ‘no’. What do you say?”“Please...”“I say no, not until I do. What do you say?”“Oh god, please. I’ll do anything!”I smiled.“Would you let me fuck you?”There was a hopeful pause, followed by a confident “No.”God damn it, Lucy.I. "Holy shit, my mom is hot." And you're handsome, my son," I heard my mom add.I trembled slightly as I opened my eyes and placed my hand over my heart. "Mom, you scared me." And you two are jacking off together on the couch?" Sandra pondered."I guess so, Mom," Pete answered before kissing her.Then she took his cock into her right hand and began stroking it. "I noticed you let him cum before you, Pete, that's not right." If you say so, Mom," Pete moaned, shuddering a bit.My mom and I watched them. Rachel and my mother's affair intensified after the kids (me) found out. It worked to squeeze the amount of time my mother and I could spend in bed too. The only stretch of time I could get with the two was during Marisa's visitation weekends. Iris and my mother tried to make up for the lost time in her absence.Toning down became the better part of an end in January when one of my uncles lost his wife in a car crash. Iris moved in with them so the kids, all under eight years old, could have.