"Are you sure we're not punishing Laura too much? I don't want to torture her.'Susan smiles. "She's not complaining, is she? Don't turn the vibrator e...g on. It'll be hard enough for her to hold onto the ashtray."Susan and Barbara go back downstairs. Susan unlocks Laura from the refrigerator, and locks the handcuffs back on. She helps Laura into the living room, and commands, "Kneel down."Laura kneels down facing the sofa. Susan ties Laura's ankles together and stands up.Laura looks up. "Am I. I jerked off in the shower, as I often do, with that picture still in my mind.The rest of the day was rather awkward. My sister was just waiting until after dinner when she could go out with her friends, and I was waiting for that night when she returned. I had a plan. I would wait until she got back (after all, she might be a little tipsy) and I would jerk off in my bed again, but this time a little louder, with the hope that she would watch again.The time came. I heard the car door close. I. ” “Come on,” Anne sighed, “don’t be a spoilsport. How about we let her bet an item of clothing for every, let’s say, twenty in chips?” So that was her plan - to get me naked in front of my arch-enemy. And to have them see these juvenile bunny-adorned undergarments. “It’s okay.” I quickly tried to wiggle my way out. “I’ll just stay out and watch you play.” “No, it’s not okay,” Anne insisted, “if Jackie and Brenda agree, you can bet your clothes...” And with a whisper only targeted for me she. Partly because I was still in shock, but mostly because my dick talked me out of it.In spite of my inner turmoil, I suddenly realised that my cock was rock hard in my pants, the tent poking up against the wall of our house as I watched my wife get well and truly laid by a teenager speaking volumes about what I really felt beneath the feelings of shock and anger, which seemed suddenly superficial.I ducked my head down closer to the windowsill, for fear of being seen, my eyes wide as I watched.