The crotch band of her panties was tight, with curls of blonde hair sticking from the sides. The panties were sheer, and the slit of her pussy could b... seen through them. Her brothers glanced at her occasionally, looking at her tits or her crotch.The lewd comments they made stung and hurt, but she had no way of stopping them. They seemed to take a particular delight in calling her a cunt, or, more specifically, a fucking cunt. Their language, the words they used about her, seemed to increase. When he asked me what position they should fuck I said: “Doggy one!” she moved into the position, on the edge of the bed and her ass facing his cock. He stood up behind her, stroked his shaft, and rubbed its tip against her cunt. Then he moved up, I put my arms on her ass, and with my fingers spread her pussy lips apart.He moved in and immediately, the half of his cock sank into her warmth! Grabbing her hips, he began to fuck my wife slowly and rhythmically. I was grabbing and pulling her ass. I said that I had just gotten over one. We chit chatted the rest of the way to the bar. He was quite the flirt, and very funny. I was charmed. As we pulled up to the bar he added that there was a lot going on in town tonight besides a snowstorm. There was a concert, the symphony, a basketball game, and that it might be difficult to get a cab later on. We stopped and he shifted into park. He turned and handed me a card. “What’s your name?” “Danielle,” I said as I accepted the card. “Beautiful. She never reported Ari. It wasn't because she liked the attention; it was because she feared reporting him would make it worse. So, while the choice to become a Civil Servant had been fraught with misgivings, her one consolation was that she would transfer to the academy for her education. She would no longer have to go to school with the boy who wouldn't leave her alone. A woman approached her in the sitting area. "Violet?" she asked. Violet stood. "Yes." "Master Aristo would like to see.