The elastic in the waistband broke, so that when Carly pushed downward, the panties fell down Jenny's thighs, turning inside out, as cloth still clung...in her womanly cleft.Apart from Frank, all the boys were sporting erections. Jimboy, a kid about fourteen, took hold of his and shook it at Jenny. "Hey, guys, look at the beaver on her. Let's fuck her." Damn it, NO! She's my sister. I can't let you fuck my own sister." Think you can stop us?" said Marion. Jenny's knees spread a bit, the panties. I realised after about an hour that the teenager next door (I guessed him to be 15 or 16) was spying on me. It occurred to me that it would be fun to invite him over, while my husband was away. My god! After all those years that I had been faithful to my husband I was really going overboard. It was his fault for changing the rules of our marriage so radically. Sunday night was a repeat of the night before with Brad fucking me and Fred fucking Wendy. Wow! Then, next morning Fred fucked me for. Call the office. Fuck, call anyone. Your mum, for all I care.”“Message ends. Message three. Received four hours ago. Audio only.”“This is John Stein, just trying this number. I am hoping to reach ... Reginald. It is urgent that he contact me. My number is 011-207-8111. That’s in Saudi Arabia, country code 966. It is very urgent. Call me day or night. Thank you.”“Message ends. Message two. Audiovisual file. I cannot play back this file.”“Why not?”“I do not have the required codec.”I sighed.“Does. But that was some serious cash. They discussed it between themselves, never having done this sort of negotiation before. They tried to bargain with her, offering something less.She stood firm, “No, take it or leave it.” She started to look impatient at their wasting her time, often looking at her watch. “There are other people that want to talk to me.”The boys snickered at that thinking is was some sort of code word. They decided, “OK, it’s a deal.”They waited.The woman said, “Cash first boys,”.