.. but that's a story for another day.I was fully erect after reading his email, and I subconsciously began rubbing the tip of my little erection with...my finger. Anticipation was instantly pulsing through my body.Yes, come up.I hit send and pressed down on my boner through my pants. Oh god, I almost started shaking. I was getting lost in pleasure when I heard a knock at my door. Started, I looked up to see Matt, a late 20s, chubby, 5'5" man holding a manila folder, eagerly looking right at. "Joann gazed at her son's cock."But, darling, it's so big! Won't it hurt your sister?" I don't know,, " Dave said honestly. "Judy is the only girl I've ever fucked, and we haven't done that yet." It won't hurt, Judy said quickly. "I wanna try it even if it does hurt. I can do it, I know I can."Joann's eyes glittered with a wicked expression, her smile wide. "If you can do it, Judy, I know I can, too. "Judy squealed and twisted her body sensuously. Dave looked pleased. His cock was starting to. But what point? Not because they had said theywould, because Anne and Emma were not aware of that threat. Thathad been made to him alone and never actually stated. Only implied.And only to ensure he found a boyfriend. Which he had. Even ifsubsequently he had nearly killed the bloody man.So if they killed Bramble it would just be an act of vindictiveness.... or of blind anger. No. Surely not even Grace de Messembry would do that. She never didanything without a reason. Emotion did not rule in. There's a lump in my throat the size of a Buick ... No, not my throat, the girl's throat. Fear occupies her body like some eldritch god, she can scarcely move. Well, not all of that is down to fear I realise soon enough. Her hands are bound, handcuffs tightened way too tight around her slim, bony wrists.I struggle, whimper, unsure now which sounds and actions are hers and which are mine. Her pulse drums in my ears. I hear footsteps and it quickens. There's that undercurrent of arousal of.