"Kiss me and allow the tentacles on that tree to take your virginity and I will pay you one million dollars. Do that and the cash is yours and you wil... be returned to your home unharmed," she lied. "I can force you but I'd rather not. I simply would rather you willingly consent, because I don't want you to fight me, but believe me, if you don't do it willingly, we will make you and then you'll get nothing."Emily figured the two for sexual perverts at best and perhaps murderers at worst. She was. She was jammed to capacity, for sure.She ended up sitting flat on the bench behind her legs, extremely uncomfortable (but, oddly, also excited) with the huge dildo (it felt as large as a baseball bat to Lori) firmly seated within her anal canal. Josh removed the clit clamp-to-toes cords, then the clamp itself, as they no longer served his purpose. Ordering her to spread her legs, Josh began to lick Lori’s pussy lips, then inward; his tongue flicking up and down as the girl’s libido responded. You tell me that I am your whore and you will do what you want when you want. The dirtier you talk and the more you remind me that you own me and I will do as you please you fuck me harder and harder. Your cock never losing it size because of the cock ring you push in so deep and hard that in an instant you feel my pussy swell and push against you, you pull your cock out and watch as my juices squirt out, covering your groin and cock. You tell me that I am such a good slave, but you aren’t. There has to be some advantage in being related to a solicitor! D’you want to go ahead?”“Let me think it over, would you? I want to write to Peter once more.”“Good thinking, Sis,” said Simon.“And thank you for everything.”“Glad to help.”She had taken the call on her mobile as she sat in the living room with John. Now it was over she stood. John looked up from his book, and she shrugged and sighed. He smiled as she left to make for her bedroom to write once more to Peter.Dear Peter, I’ve been.