I had to stop myself. My own cock was now straining against my jeans, without thinking I reached down and squeezed it hard making a drop of pre cum le...k out. I was so turned on. I layed there next to my naked friend in silence for what seemed like hours, but was really probably only minutes. Maybe it was lust, maybe the alcohol, maybe I thought he passed out and wouldn't know. I quietly and slowly leaned over and looked at his gorgeous cock as it rested on his thigh. My heart was racing! My own. I called John forward and asked if he would like to join the Taggert clan with his daughter, Emily. This was the first time anyone had seen two members of the same family who had survived. I 'tasted' their emotions again and felt that both would be a good match for the clan. When I looked at the slaves who had been hostages I found that almost all of them with the exception of John's daughter were members of some clan. I ended up offering membership in the Taggert clan to 15 people in the end.. The feeling of thisintruder in my anus was wonderful.I slipped on my satin panties and then put on the corset, did upthe hooks and eyes at the rear having first undone the laces andthen tightened it so it gripped me tightly. The long line brawas difficult to put on and I put it on the wrong way round andthen struggled to get it into the correct place. I used severalsocks to stuff the bra to a respectable B cup.I sat at the dressing table and felt the butt plug push deeperinto me and the. She wanted him now, as she looked through the window she could see her best friend fall forward onto her husband. ‘why should she have all the fun?’She remembered the patio doors at the back of the house, yes they might be locked, but the spare key was under that funny looking flowerpot that her mum had given her last Christmas. Very quietly, she inched her way from under the window and walked quickly to the patio doors at the back. She lifted the flowerpot and took the key, placing it very.