Anch wriggled herself around until she was sitting up. In her efforts to free herself she had torn her skirt and stained her blouse with the deep yell...w of turmeric. Her head covering and veil lay beside her on the floor where her attackers had tossed it down the chute after her.As she wriggled her arms once more she became aware that she could feel a little give in the ropes. She looked around. On the far side of the cellar, a hook held ropes from the cellar's hoist. Anch felt sure that if she. Not every part of him was relaxed, he thought with a smile.Lying here and luxuriating in the bubble bath was making him feel a little horny he realised. He didn't know if it was the sensation of all the bubbles against his skin or the perfumed scent coming from the water, or a combination of both. Whatever the cause, a pleasurable itch was starting to develop in his balls.Bentley reached up with a hand and gave his cock a lazy stroke.Why not, there wasn't exactly anyone here to see him.He lay. She spread the hard cheeks of the boy's ass open and began to lick up the musky, gamy cleft.Then she started to suck his asshole.With a mouth on his balls and another on his shitter, Jerry began to fuck his mother's boiling pussy with redoubled frenzy.Claire was slobbering into his shithole and her drool, flavored from his asshole, ran down the crack of his ass like melted fudge.The tide washed over his balls.And Debby sucked it up.Then the Wedgewood women switched places, sharing his haunches. She knew something was going on. Zoe wasn't tired; he had done something to her."Daddy, what have you done?" Shut up, slut! Go to your room now and don't come back down until I tell you to." No daddy, I wont. What have you done to Zoe? I'm not leaving her here. What's wrong with her?" The little slut is just having a nice sleep. Now, get to your room before you annoy me."Doug stood over Alison and she knew that anything less than immediate obedience would result in a beating. She leapt to her.