"Stuart complied, lifting the shirt above his butt.Again, Mrs. McGregor reached out and caressed the pale globes."Very good, child. Now lean forward, ...eet apart, and put your hands onyour knees." Do I have to?" Stuart, you are in a world of trouble already. Do as you are told."Stuart leaned forward and Mrs. McGregor reached out and separated theglobes of his ass, exposing the hidden little rosebud. She thought toherself "What a lovely, virgin little hole." Please, err...Governess, don't do. He flexed his body as far as he could. Stretching, he could feel the cuffs expand, the buckles giving a little. The abrasions on his body chafed and pulled as well. He worked out where the cuts and grazes came from. Assuming the women were working alone, they had been unable to carry his inert body and had dragged him to where ever he was now. Having established that he was in working order, apart from a few minor injuries, Riddick concentrated on his environment. He wondered where he was. He. My cock would brush up against her ass every chance I could. Till one day I came home to find an ex boyfriend of hers forcing himself on her. I opened the door to find my sister Bridget on all fours with her pannties around her ankles and her multi colored mini skirt hiked up around the arch of her back. Leaving her 28 inch waist for his monster hands to shove her ass onto the biggest erection I had ever seen in my life. I no sooner said " hey stop what in the hell" he had me on my knees with. I almost moaned instinctively. I swallowed my sounds of pleasure and let out a fake groan of pain. “Not even two seconds back home and already you hurt your sister.” Mom said, swatting at his shoulder in tepid fury. I reached my hand out and got a fistfull of his short hair before pulling it. He winced in pain as he took it. “There, now we’re even.” I said, leveling the playing field. “So what do you want to do first now that you’re home for the summer?” My mother asked. Honestly, at that.