Ingrid stood there for a moment, her foot pressing down on my back. It dawned on me that Ingrid was not new to this. She clearly knew what she was doi...g. I wondered with a twinge of dread, just how far she would make me sink. I had no doubt that however far that turned out to be was up to Ingrid, not me. As I crouched there on the floor I knew I'd made the right choice. I could trust Ingrid to make me do something truly against my will at some point, just like my fantasy. But what was left of. Going into another room and then coming back with different bathing suits on. she was so fucken fine. so hot. so suggestively slutty....amazing combo. she come out once and her bottoms with quite brazillian...so, I could see her pubic hair peaking out (this was a few years ago, before the completely waxed cunt was the norm). I was going to explode as I reached to touch it...but she purposely pushed me back. She asked it i would go to the liquor store to get her some scotch....I went to. As she looked at me, she giggled at the look on my face and then shook in rolls of laughter. Finally coming down she said, “Oh Toby, I’m sorry,” trying to catch her breath. “But you have just reminded me of Laurence.” Too astounded to reply my face was a total question mark. “Laurence is my younger brother. He’s two years younger than I am Toby. But I only get to see him once a year. And since he got married...” Her voice trailed off as her entire aura saddened. As her staring intensified. "It's Bucko," the girl said, kneeling. I saw another trace of blood nearby and a trail of it leading away, but I did not point that out to her.I looked at her closely for the first time and saw a pretty, freckle-faced youngster weeping, wiping her nose on her hand, her lank hair hanging loosely, shoulders slumped.The boy's throat had been cut and there was still a rope about one wrist. We hurried on, eager to save the girl's sister if we could. I knew better, but I stopped worrying about the.