Hard, thick cocks waiting for her; waiting to get at her. Waiting to take pleasure from her body. She could also hear them. Their breathing was heavy;...noisy with excitement. Excited from the thoughts about what they were about to do with her. The near silence of the room was becoming almost unbearable for her. She knew what they were going to do to her; she knew what men like that would do to a girl in her position, helpless and bound. Once they had stripped her; once they taken every stitch. “I pick truth,” I said - I’d been admitting all sorts of outlandish things, testing answer after answer until I found something that my sister would believe. The trick, I figured, was vulnerability without judgement. The more dark secrets I admitted to, the more of my soul I invented to reveal, the more likely Lucy was to admit secrets in return.And then once she had, who knew what would happen? Maybe drunk Lucy would make out with her brother. Maybe drunk Lucy didn’t need her brother to be. Little did he know what he had unleashed because this was a wedding unlike any other…‘I’m going to do more than kiss her’ was my reply as I turned her around and sat her upon the edge of his desk. Rachael smiled at me and her long red hair shimmered in the light as she slowly lowered herself onto her back on the desk. Her next move drew a gasp from the registrar as she simultaneously raised and opened her legs exposing her naked sex to me. The movement also caused her tight skirt to rise up. She was pretty hot with small tits and a puffy shaved pussy which would have certainly gotten me hard were it not for the workout the young girl in my arms had given it. The clip was pretty hot but we were more interested in enjoying each other’s closeness, or at least I was. As the credits rolled across the screen I once again thought of her comments about fantasizing about being gangbanged and asked as I kissed her sweaty brow, “ Do you really want to have a bunch of old guys like that girl.