“Maybe I love you”, he said under his breath. “I want to fuck you one more time. While you are still alive but dying.”He let go of her and too... the rope.“I want to see you, feel you. I will be the last thing you see, feel.” “Yes, Sir”, she whispered, opened her eyes again.“Let's give you some support at least.” Slowly he tied her to the tree. The ropes trailed around her breast, still exposing her small tits. There was no struggle, no resistance as he tied the knot an stepped back.“Look at. AAAAAAAA OMG!" Truda screamed out a little louder. "Damn it don't you dare stop. Oh, you son of a bitch! Give it to me ugh!" With that her whole body convulsed then she passed out! Harman could only stare opened mouth as he watched his sister cry out in pleasure. The same cries that she had issued when Alan had done this to her. Smiling a bit Harman stood up taller and sat next to Truda 'til she awoke. "You tell Alan I said thank you. I don't know what or how he did it but thank you." Harman. She gripped her hard and stuffed herself still. I went more in now, she was tight. She moaned hard, aah. I pulled her hair and went half in that tight hole. I was just loving it, going inch by inch more in and listening to her moans. Aaaahhhh, babyyyyy… yeah huh…. Fuckkkkk meeeee…I was going half in and out. Suddenly without any hint, I thrived in completely and she screams louder, aaaaaahhhhhh… and she wept with pleasure. I then made my movement faster, spanking her ass harder in between. And. Then, literally two minutes later, we might sit down at the table, with the others, and eat.She was almost always the initiator when this kind of thing happened. I think that was because she had a better sense of where everybody else was in the house. But I got in a few moves too. If no one was watching, I might let my hand slide across her ass, or I might slide my hand around her back to cup a breast. It wasn't the kind of thing a boyfriend might try to get away with, but I chalked it up to.