"this'll be good wont it bitch!" said all and he grabbed my cock with one hand and make me let out a low scream and throw my head back. Then, he dropp...d me. Daddy dropped me onto both their dicks. A combined width of 6 inches. I wanted to scream so loudly but i didnt. I passed out. Only for a second but i passed out. The pain was so bad. They began fucking me odly but ended up having a system where Al would thrust in as Daddy dropped me. It hurt so bad. I thought that my pleasure was ruined.. “Pleased to be welcome to our little Museum of Torture,” he said.At once Tracey’s heart froze in fear at the title of the place. Her nervousness got even worse when she saw him staring straight at her and smiling.“So hola, ladies and gentlemen. This is the Museum of the Inquisition, I am sure that many of you have heard of the countless cruelties committed during that dark period in our history. And why you may ask do we have a museum dedicated to such atrocities? Because we do not wish people. I begged her to let me ride home with her parents.“Sure” She said. “Why is your shirt inside out?”“I almost had sex with Jeremy Miller”“What? Why didn’t you?”“I don’t know. I guess I was thinking about Andrew.” This wasn’t the case at all. Andrew was old news at this point. But I certainly wasn’t going to tell her the real reason.After I got home, I immediately ran to the kitchen and grabbed a trash bag.“What’s that for?” My Dad asked.“I have to clean my room” I lied, and ran upstairs before he. They struck me as irresistible, but in a subtle, non-disruptive way.She said good-naturedly, "You blush too much."I blushed, shifting my gaze out the window.She asked, sounding surprised, "Do I make you uncomfortable?"I answered offhandedly, still gazing out the window. "Mmm, No."She said, "Sometimes I think there's something about me that makes some people a little... uneasy, I guess."I said, "I don't see how that would be possible. I mean, you're bright, you're friendly..."She said, "So are.