His hands were caressing my bottom, his fingers lifting my dress."Fancy a lift home darlin??" he asked me. I concentrated trying to make the head that...made the decisions shake and say no."OH yes please." came the female voice from my mouth. Minutes later we were heading for the exit, the female me saying to her friend that she would see her later in the week.The car park was dark and gloomy. His car was parked on the far side. With his arm around the waist of the girl and me he led us to his. “Look at that” he says looking towards the husband “Willing to make a mess but not to pick it up.” He grabs the back of her head and forces her up, “lick” he says in a calm voice. She shakes her head again saying no. He fires the gun in the direction of the husband; then brings the barrel close to her pussy. The hot barrel gets closer and closer to her wet twat. She starts to feel the heat and begins to stick out her tongue. She licks his face cleaning up her own juices from his skin. He grabs. Then she tells me that she it’s not going to be the last time she’s going make me do that and I just told her OK. I dressed up and headed to the kitchen and sat down without staring at my sister because it was still awkward and my mom told us that Friday night she and my dad were going out and wouldn’t be back until midnight . She instructed us that my sister was in charge and that none of us could go out that night. I saw my sister and she gave me this evil-flirty smile and I couldn’t begin. ” I tried to cheer her up but the more I tried the worse it got. She was convinced that she would be sold off and end up in some whorehouse or sold to some ogre abroad. All her most wild fantasies about sex slaves were in the front of her mind all the time. I was shocked that her husband had decided to do this but she said it was in character. He was just like that as far as she was concerned. Either she was his property or she was sold off, almost like a car that had broken down once or a pet.