I Must see, she repeated over and over as she managed to roll over and examine the instrument of her torture. On the floor between her legs lay a four...and one half pound salami. Over fourteen inches long and approaching three inches in diameter it was of monstrous size to have been completely enwombed in her.She sobbed as she began to capture some images from the night before. She couldn't seem to recall details, but, felt as much as knew, she had been gang raped.This was no doubt someone's. I turned towards him and while looking him i was pissing in my tights. I dropped my skirt down and continued pissing. The streams ran down my legs and made a puddle in between my legs. I got up and confused and helpless my eyes filled with tears and i started crying. I thought my brother would laugh at me saying that at 17 i was not able to control my pee but my understanding brother first came to me lifted me up and made me sit on the bench. He even pulled the skirt off from below me so it. Other sensations... had begun to sober me. He wasn’t the Daddy I knew and loved, and he wouldn’t listen to me. I sat defeated as his hands pulled my skirt and thong down my legs, leaving me shaved and wet pussy naked before him, my tears silent. He pushed my knees apart, staring appreciatively at my tight young pussy. “I am going to enjoy teaching you this lesson,” he said huskily, his fingers sliding up my thighs to the glistening mound between. He ran his fingers lightly over my lips, then. He needed to get some information about Greg, and asked which one of them was his wife. Traci and Mandy both spoke up, confusing the officer, so they had to explain their arrangement to him. "I'm on the official certificate, but Traci here has all the rights I do, and I insist that she be in on anything to do with our husband," Mandy said in a tone that brooked no argument.The officer just shook his head and then started with the questioning. Mandy told the officer that there wouldn't be any.