I took it out on my sister. I punched her tits and fucked her pussy. I just pushed her on her bed, opened her legs, and stuck it in her. She cried but...she knew better than to resist me when I was in a bad mood like that. When I finished cumming in her I told her to expect it every day. She didn’t do anything to upset me for the rest of the day.I got a screwdriver and proceeded to remove the bedroom doors from our bedrooms and our bathroom.Mom never came out of her bedroom until she thought that. Asking us to please to fuck her!”"No!" I cry out desperately. "That’s not what what I said. Please stop touching me! Get away!” But my pleas and protestations fall on deaf ears. They pull me up and start groping my ass too. I continue to protest and plead for them to stop but their manhandling of me is slowly arousing my body and moans and whimpers of arousal begin to occasionally escape from me despite my fear and the fact that I am not wanting any of this.One of the other men hears the new. She ran away from there and closed the door of her room. Now it looked like a tougher thing for me. I begged apologies but she was not ready to open the door almost after an hour she came out of her room with a new look. She told me that she has always fantasies about the sex but due to his father’s strictness she has not been able to do so. She was in a red hot dress through which her cleavage was showing the real size of her breast. I put my hands over that and started squeezing. This made. As he cleaned his coffin, he made a decision. If the ladies were going to use his room for trysts, he was going to have to punish them. Actually, he should punish the knights too, but that didn't turn him on.When he finished oiling the top of his bed, he took the offending feather and went to find Friday. He finally found her alone in the kitchen, counting the giant cans of chocolate sauce and barrels of honey."Friday!" He roared.She jumped with a squeal and spun around, her fist between her.