Nothing like this had ever happened, but she sensed, as girls do, that there was something wrong, very wrong. The glass dropped from his hand, to roll...on the grass, unnoticed. The old man stood up and turned to run into the house. She rushed to follow him, what she saw on his face freezing her with fear.Grand Pa was crying."What's wrong Grand Pa?" She cried as she ran behind him.Her brother did not even notice.The old man ran to his room with his granddaughter hard on his heels. He sat in the. "Porkies", I'd say. "Guess I'm going to have to show you what happens if you don't do as I say."I open one on the bags. Inside is a pack of wooden pegs. I know that her large white beasts are super sensitive; I start there. I pinch the soft skin around her left nipple and clip on two of the pegs. "Ow! What the..." She calls out. "Did I say you could talk, slut?" No..." No, what?" Chris?"I clip two pegs onto her right breast. "Wrong", I tell her. I grab both of her sensitive nipples with my. She enjoyed the slick feeling when she gave him a hand job and even more when she gave him a blow job because she could take him all the way down her throat when he was well lubed. As her hands worked his cock she felt his hand on the back of her head, guiding her mouth down to him. She wasnt sure, but his cock looked even larger than his normal 8 inches, and she had a feeling he was getting off on being in charge today. Liz was such an independent woman that even in bed she had a hard time. I poured us all a glass of cocktail and made a toast to good times – we swigged it down in one again. [Didn’t want Jacqui to feel embarrased about her not knowing the etiquette about toasting, of course!]. So I topped up our glasses. We had several more and it was plain to see that Jacqui was feeling woozy. In fact, Jacqui was almost breathless from the effect of the drink and the hot bubbling water.I slid alongside her letting my right arm slide down over her shoulder so that I could cup her.