Amy waved to the car as it left, and walked the cobble stone path to the front door. She paused to smell a fragrant deep red tea-rose blossom her mom ...lanted last year, and smiled with a good and comfortable fatigue from the long day. Letting herself in, she tossed her light jacket, hand-clutch and keys on the bureau and headed upstairs for her room and bed.The hallway was dark, except for a bright slice of light emanating from under her parent’s bedroom door. She assumed that her dad was in. ."But it was much too late for such requests. I held her tightly as she felt the five ejaculations coat her ravaged cunt. When I nonchalantly tossed her onto her side, the four bitch girls took over, two pulling her by her hair into a small wired cage.The sobbing, pleading, naked babe was forced onto hands and knees, the cum slowly oozing out of her bruised, swollen labia was pushed back in, secured by a glass dildo which protruded from the small cage. For the next 18 hours while she was. She looked at Sheila's legs with the same interest as her husband. Go on look, Sheila thought. She was now wondering what would happen, how things would develop. Would it be her and Stewart, with Diana just watching them, or would Diana want more than that? Sheila told herself she wouldn't mind; she wouldn't mind Diana at all. She was a lovely woman, wasn't she? Old enough to be her mother, but still smashing."Well, what should we do?" Sheila said finally.Stewart looked at his wife.Diana smiled. I put me head back down to sleep but couldn’t get comfortable with her pushing up against me. I moved my arm and eventually was able to bend it and put it behind my head, her head was now just below. I got off to sleep but woke later with her head on my arm. Now I definitely couldn’t move unless I woke her. I took the opportunity to look at her lovely face again. As I stared she opened her eyes and stared back at me. I couldn’t close my eyes quickly, I had been made already! She gazed at me.