"There where more pressing problems. Like, what the hell is in that box?Chris stared at the heavy box his hands sweaty with anticipation(actually it w...s only the spilled water on the rug).Grabbing the box cutter from his pocket and bringing out the blade, hewent to cut the tape.....And the phone rings...Grumbling something about inopportune moments Chris got up to grab thephone."Hello?"(Don't open that box!)That was enough to make the boy stumble. A voice as quiet as the wind andas loud as. Our parents left to town and we had to sleep together because we both were afraid of ghosts. So basically at that point, masturbation for me was a art. I used to masturbate while studying in my room and quickly hide my dick if I hear someone coming and stuff. The same way I closed my bedsheet completely and shagged with only my fingers on the top of my dick. I enjoyed the pleasures but I did notice one thing that my sister wondered why the bed was shaking (this really is a true story. Not. “Please! Don’t hurt me!” she begged.Tanya froze, acting frightened. Then she slammed her bare legs together as she noticed the first man starting at them. He laughed at her pitiful defense.He pulled a silver dollar out of his pocket. “Unless you have another one of these, missy, you belong to us...”Tanya jumped at the rough sound of his voice, then scooted to one side so the man behind her wasn’t directly behind her. Then she stood up, standing unsteadily. She looked at herself and then at her. Amy told Laura the nipple clamps were staying on until Laura's orgasm, and from that point on Laura knew that every moment she resisted would make the agony of their removal worse.By the time she had been there two hours, Laura was drooling, eyes unfocused, unable to think about anything but the pain in her tits and her need to cum. She didn't even realise what she was saying at first - mumbling, almost incoherent. "Please let me cum. Shock me. Change my collar. Please Amy. Please Roy. .