"Dahlia gasped and whipped her head to the side. Out of the gloom she could just barely make out the silhouette of a man...no. Three men. No, seven... They were all tall and powerfully built, and in her prone position, their shadows danced menacingly on the wall like guffawing dark angels.The one that had spoken stepped up and flicked on her lamp. The sudden light blinded her for a moment; she blinked and squinted, and then focused on her quickly approaching attackers. All wore masks over. . and... You were too busy playing with that dumb car.”Her frustrated anger was so cute. I grinned.“What?” she asked.“You're adorable,” I said.Her tanned cheeks darkened. She pulled off her sunglasses, her brown eyes trembling as she stared up at me. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breathing. I squeezed her tits and bent down. I claimed my little sister's mouth.I kissed her with hunger. My tongue thrust into her mouth while my thumbs rubbed at her tits. She moaned, squirming on the. ?Molly began to cry but she had resigned herself to the destruction of her tits over the last few weeks. She just hoped the pain would not be too bad. The rollers automatically pushed together flattening the tits at that starting point near her ribs. Then they began to roll slowly and excruciatingly working their way out toward the nipples of the nearly empty tit bags. But they stopped about a third of the way there. The remaining two thirds of each tit was bulging as the rollers pressed. That’s never how it really is, though. He’s so into himself. He takes himself really seriously and thinks he’s some kind of athlete. It’s funny. I just am who I am - how I look - if he doesn’t notice, well, other men sure do.Mason insisted we do lessons all day and then only get on the slope after that, and then only the beginner one. I’ve learned to ignore him. I can ski just fine. He’s the timid one. Usually, he doesn’t even notice me when we’re together. He just talks on and on about his.