He was right. He was also right that I felt that way.We walked in. The house was beautiful. We saw guests everywhere. Upstairs, kitchen, dining area, ...ackyard. It looked like about 300 people. There were 4 bars and four buffets. There was music in every room and people dancing in small impromptu groups. Warren offered to get me a drink.As he went to the bar I was immediately approached by some people from my group. We started a small conversation. Warren could see me from the bar. They. . very slowly they were sliding down to her soft breasts and his face was beginning to turn color as the edges of Kristy's pink aureoles were beginning to peek out from under the thin fabric of her top. I knew she was doing this on purpose."Kristy, can you get me some more coffee honey?" I quickly asked sparing my husband the embarrassment of turning completely red faced in front of our sexy daughter.Kristy gave me a disappointing look but took my mug and walked up to the coffee pot. I spared. Once she did I pushed my index finger in a little bit harder and fully penetrated down into her bowels. She let out a small sigh but didn't say stop, so I didn't I slowly began to move my finger in and out of her ass and she began to move with me. At this time I had my other hand in my pants stroking my raging boner in disbelief. I was fingering my little sister! And she was loving it! When one finger became easy to slide in and out I inserted another, she sighed once again but kept moving. The Announcement that she would be made to pay for the pain of their people and their losses was greeted with a cry for vengeance, ten thousand strong.The advantage of cameras allowed me to observe how she had been abused. Her body was covered with bruises. Blood trails provided clues where several fingernails, toenails and teeth had been removed by less than gentle methods. Drying blood between her thighs implied that someone had brutally enjoyed themselves there as well. She was now reduced.