’ ‘Thank you, Freddie.’ ‘Hey, Tim,’ I said pulling aside Tim Robbins, Susan Sarandon’s husband, ‘anytime you want me to rip that dress o...f Susan, let me know and I’ll be happy to fondle her tits while she sucks my cock.’ ‘Maybe, later, Freddie. I brought my camera. Maybe, we can get some close-up shots of that.’ ‘Sandy, where’s your husband, Jesse?’ ‘He wasn’t in my story, Freddie, you know that.’ ‘Oh, that’s right. I forgot. Still, you could have brought him along.’ ‘What and ruin my fun? I. ” She declared, rough handling me into the stall, her grin almost evil as I stared up at her, sprawled on my reddened ass, my legs akimbo, hands covering my tits. “Beg me, Rachel.” Her words were crisp and sharp, turning me to jelly, my thoughts confused at first, whimpering softly, unable to form the words, a part of me ashamed at my need. I knew this game all too well. My silence would lead to disappointment and regret. “Please.” I whispered, my gaze moving from the mocking smile on her. The bite marks on my reddening neck lead down to the swell of my chest, lewdly exposed. His teeth connect with a nipple and clamp around the teat at Her insistence, while my nails claw at his back in delight. He bites a little harder, swapping to the other nub and She makes me beg for more, revelling in the boundary between pleasure and pain being crossed. I’m caged in my own body, a helpless spectator experiencing a fantastically intense ride. While She is shades of me, I momentarily don’t. His little sister Cherise was laying sideways on the bed. She was naked with her legs bent at the knees and spread open wide. Her bare pussy was staring her older brother in the face. She had her head propped up on a couple of his pillows and was gazing up at him with an imploring look on her face. Her right hand hand her hairbrush in it and she was pushing the handle in and out of her tight little cunt hole. "Hello James, want to help me out?"James gave a short laugh and dropped his backpack.