”Brad had never been called a slut before, but if it was going to get his sister’s top off, he was more than happy to put up with her attempts at ...erbal abuse. Slowly he slid his briefs down. His dick had been hard already from the vague-but-erotic dreams he’d experienced the night before, but knowing that his sister was looking at it - wanted to look at it - had caused an erection as hard as steel.He sat there, savoring the moment as Caitlin looked adoringly at his erection. He didn’t have a. He leaned down until his face was inches from Betty’s tear-stained one. “Suck my cock or lose your house!” he growled. Betty shrank back.“Well? What’s it to be?” he demanded.Betty nodded. “Yes” Her voice was a small defeated whisper.“No time like the present,” Harry said. He turned to me. “Want to watch?”I saw the look of panic on Betty’s face. Her humiliation was bad enough without her son-in-law witnessing every moment of it.“Certainly not!” I said stiffly. “But I’ll be just outside and if I. Sandra screamed into the ball gag again, the pain flared hot and sharp….Again, John paused, his cock buried deep into the tightness of her bowels. His ball sac rested against her wet slit. She could hear him panting with excitement, and her body shivered with pain, and to her horror, her butt-hole was flexing at the base of his cock. She couldn’t make it stop. Tears streamed from her eyes, her face burning hot with shame and pain… she Loved and Hated her stepfather, why couldn’t he treat her. I spread the cards in the folder out, and found a Florida driver's license, a Florida concealed carry permit, a U.S. passport, a Deputy U.S. Marshal's ID for call up actions, and something I would have to think about, a pilot's license. I had a bank account with a debit card, a couple of credit cards with instructions on how to see what the limits were and if I owed anything.I looked up at Butch, and said, "Shit, I like what this guy has better than Chuck Miller. Just call me 'Buddy'."I pulled.