As soon as the first was in place, he pushed the second finger past her sphincter. “Oh, yes!” she said, obviously enjoying Terry’s attention. Re...oving his fingers, he took the glass plug and wiped it against the outer lips of Syd’s cunt, wetting it. Then he pressed the round, tapered point against her rosebud and pushed. The plug went in an inch or so, very easily. He pushed further, stretching Syd’s ass open. “That’s a little uncomfortable.”, she said wincing as Terry pressed further. Then it. “Very fucking funny…” Janet retorted. “Come on John, fuck this beauty into me. I can’t fucking wait for it to go up me.” Her words were deliberate, an attempt at goading Debra. It didn’t work. Janet climbed onto the bed and opened her legs. John was standing beside her and pushed his cock down so that it slipped over her wet mound. “Janet, lesbians don’t do cock. Well, maybe plastic ones,” remarked Debra. John interrupted them both. “Don’t mind me, girls. You keep talking,” he said as he. I ask my sister to stand in the middle of her room, legs spread, hands behind her head. While she moves to comply I grab a rope that I had prepared earlier. It's about three arm's lengths long and made from some kind of raspy material. I double it up, pass it around Anna's torso and thread the loose ends through the noose. The rope now forms a belt around her belly, with the two strands hanging down between her ass cheeks. I pull on them, thus tightening the rope until it cuts deftly into her. He might hurt himself. Please do something.’ Mooje knelt and picked Majgen up to hug her tight for comfort. ‘He will not hurt himself, Maijien. No matter how hurt he is. He is the Winin of Naonun. Winins do not hurt themselves, no matter how sad they are.’ ‘I don’t believe you.’ Majgen’s thought was evident. She shivered with anxiety on Aejoa’s behalf. ‘I believe me,’ stated Mooje. ‘Everything will be well, Maijien. He just needs time.’ ‘It’s my fault. It’s all my fault,’ felt Majgen. ‘You.