“They will love you.” She giggled and asked with a little sarcastic tone, “The good girl or bad girl?” “The good girl, the bad girl is stric...ly for me,” I looked down at her and grinned. Jeff and Cheryl arrived and we sat on the patio, having some drinks and catching up. I noticed Cheryl seemed to take to Liz immediately and they carried on like old friends. I watch my little slut and my friend’s wife, talking and chatting. I notice Cheryl kept touching her, her arm, her thigh, brushing against. She tried to close her legs and sit up, managing to say, very slowly, almost as if she were bored, “What d’you think yer doing, maaan?” God she was drunk. I grabbed her by the knees to prevent her from closing her legs. She pulled in vain against the telephone cord that tethered her bound wrists to the bedpost. “What the fuck, Robby!” she said, more earnestly now. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Amanda?” I said. “What…you think…” I grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back. Susan licked upwards fromHolly's balls until her tongue reached the blonde bitch's asshole. Susanswirled her tongue around the brown hole and working forcefully managedto pry the anus open and plunge her tongue deep into Holly's ass. Hollyshivered at the sensation.Holly relaxed her bunghole as much as possible, allowing Susan's invadingtongue to probe deeper and deeper. Holly always kept her asshole clean,knowing that it might be eaten at any time, but Susan was still rewardedwith the rich. It took me a long time to come to terms with that, and my sister still hasn’t. But I can’t blame my dad for wanting to keep his marriage together, even if my mom was an evil witch to me and my sister. But not to my brother, by the way, nor to my dad.”“What was her problem?”“Loki only knows,” I replied. “I have my suspicions, and my dad has his, but neither of us is confident that we’re right, and there really isn’t a way to prove it.”“Loki?”“The Norse god of chaos,” I chuckled. “I have an.