“She’s ready for you Nick,” says the uncle.“You knew,” Nick responds.“Of course. We agreed we needed this to happen, to protect her womb, ...ut it had to be you pushing us. Fuck her Nick.”“Has she ever been fucked?”“Never.”“Then I should soften her pain.”“No,” Marishka moans. “I want my husband to break my virginal skin. It is his duty.”“And my honor,” the uncle adds.“Off with your clothes and honor me.”“I could still make it better,” Nick offers, disrobing along with her husband.Marishka boldly. Properly hooded, the men stood Natalya up and began fitting her into a large, heavy-duty sleep sack – basically an inescapable sleeping bag. The bag completely encapsulated the girl from the neck down, and five sturdy leather belts were fastened, ensuring it was a tight fit. Once zipped up, a sixth belt was tightened around the bag’s collar, preventing anyone from unzipping it in a hurry. Natalya tested her bonds, although she was incapable of doing anything more than flex her muscles, and even. ’ ‘Oh. Um I’ll take the phone into Jennifer. She’s in the bath.’ ‘Hi Chess. I’m in the bath stroking a breast thinking of you.’ Chester heard the bathroom door slam shut. ‘Look Jenny, the Weather Office is making its usual cock-up. The storm is expected to peak here midmorning but the direction of the storm path, wind strengths and the barometer readings right now are very, very similar to that storm of two years ago.’ ‘Right, what time should we stake-out.’ ‘I’ll be in position at 7:00.’ She. . poking. His eyes were inches from hers. He just stared ... and prodded."You mustn't" she gasped, her hands coming up to grasp his face. She leaned up off the bed and kissed his lips. "We can't," she said. One of her hands left his face and he felt it on his prick, grasping him, making the tip move all around in her mushy opening."I won't" he grunted, pushing, as she centered it right where he wanted it to be."Good" she gasped, as he pushed against her tight opening. "Cause I'm a virgin" she.