Jasmine was his slave and afraid that he was going to do a lot of things to her for having been rude and nasty to him."You threatened to call the cops...on me, and you broke up with me a year ago. You broke up with me over the fucking phone while I was in Stuttgart," he angrily splashed water into her face. Jasmine was afraid that he was going to get a lot more violent now. She had seen him lose his temper before and even saw him destroy public property and beat up other guys, mostly foreigners,. I had been comfortable in the bar. I had feltcomfortable at the party until they started staring. But that was amongtrusted friends! Didn't she understand that it was just for that onetime! Shit. Shit. Shit!"Evalyn, you chose me, didn't you? It was your idea for me to come to theparty as a woman.".She bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, Charlie."I glanced up at her, wondering if it was my imagination. Had her voicequavered? Had her eyes widened? She looked terrified, but I couldn't seewhy -- and then. With a shudder the tip reaches it’s goal, a little extra pressure and I’m rewarded as it slips partially inside my own rose. Oh. My. God. Catching my breath, I gently work it deeper, carefully so as not to catch myself on the thin point. Oh. God. With out realising my hips start to squirm as the sensations within turn my vision into stars."Can you help?" Casey laughs, sliding a finger back inside herself."With pleasure," Wendy pushes a spare digit in alongside my sister's. "Mmmm, still tight.. ” Harold says, uncertain.“Fuck indeed, Harold! 20 seconds!”Finally after a bit more deliberation, Harold stops behind the second woman, the fit one, his middle sister Anne. He glances at the timer, counting down 10... 9 ... He pulls his underwear down and lines up his semi-hard dick with her slit. As he adjusts the angle for penetration, the cameras zoom in and the audience leans forward in anticipation.Half of the TV screens facing away from Harold change view to show the close-up of a young.