He found himself almost disbelieving that he was lying her on top of his own sister with his cock buried inside her pussy and that they had just fucke... each other's brains out."Mmmmmmmmm, that was very hot, Pete," Samantha cooed as she reached up, taking her brother's hand and placing it over the naked roundedness of her right tit as she lay there underneath him, impaled on the length of the dick that had just fucked her. "Can I get you hard again, Pete, and then climb on top of your dick? I. Pain returned as a jet of cold water sprayed over her body and washed away the stale and dried urine. As with other such rooms the world over, the Ruby Palace's torture chambers were built to be washed out with a drain in the floor, which sloped so that blood, urine, or other messes could be swilled away. Although Zubeydeh was not aware of it, the Ruby Palace was more modern than most in that an industrial size waste disposal unit was installed so that solids, even including bones, could simply. Anyway, fate placed us together in a common small city, working with common friends; their associations with us led them to play mass-matchmaker.We danced around one another at first, as will all new acquaintances, revealing bits and pieces as we spiraled around one another; the information grew more personal as our orbits began to synchronize.We shared hopes and dreams and aspirations, likes and dislikes, rhythms and blues and what-all else, until finally...Until finally, she allowed me to. The truth was that there wasn't that much timber in the region and the gate had been made of tree limbs that had been woven together and then suspended across the entrance to the courtyard that stood in front of the chief's home. The gate was more a privacy barrier than a deterrent. Knowing this I decided to knock it down.With Luther and the boys covering me I ran at the gate with my shield up and I threw my full weight into the assault. Surprisingly the gate held, although it did crack audibly.