I couldtell he was scared but that didn’t keep his smallishcock from being hard as a rock. I told him he couldnever touch me unless I commanded ...im to. Also that hewas not to touch his cock or there would be punishment.I also told him that I was going to shave his bodysince he was so fucking pathetic.I had him suck his pissed shorts as I lead him to theplastic covered bed. As he lay there, afraid to touchhis throbbing cock, I undressed and let him see a realman, hairy, muscular with a. The girl grabbed India's right hand, cuffed the wrist, grabbed her left hand and cuffed it, gave India a quick rabbit punch to the kidney, said something to her that I couldn't hear, and then pushed her to the ground.I put my gun away, told the rest of the girls to get out, and moved up beside the red head. "What was the punch for?" She beat a friend of mine a few days ago for no reason at all," the red head said with a shrug. "Just getting a little payback." Good for you," I said and put an. .. c'mere DD. Get you some of this."DD was welcomed with open arms. Hugs ... and caresses and little strokes of hands in hair were soon shared. DD's thin blanket fell and a hand meant as an innocent caress of the cheek traveled a trifle too far and DD had a nipple, already forever stiff because of her interesting piercings, stiffen even more. Evidently it was Megan who was the caresser because she said,"Wow! That's so ... kinky, DD." Megan ran a more deliberate finger over the nubbin. DD. “You’re not so bad yourself,” Dad briefly changed his face to that of Groucho Marx as he said that, too.That made sense. He was an immortal God. He had witnessed every era of entertainment in recorded history, I would imagine. Comedy classics like the Marx Brothers would be nothing anachronistic for him. I realized now that I was sharing my sister with our father, and that only a relatively thin membrane separated my dick from that of the Sun God. It certainly helped to explain why each of us.