Ginny continued crying. I tossed and turned. I was sick to my stomach and couldn't get the vision of that poor helpless child out of my head. To furth...r compound things, I kept seeing Andrew there, with a disturbing smile on his face and his pants down around his ankles as he thrust into her.My eyes snapped open. I had been dreaming about that last part. I staggered to the bathroom and threw up. I popped an alka seltzer and went down to the kitchen to make some coffee. I couldn't function. There was nothing to do but finish rinsing out my hair and making certain all parts were clean, so I could join the ladies in the dining room. As I walked into the dining room, still toweling my hair dry, I stopped in my tracks. The ladies were seated on either side of the table, completely naked and looking absolutely ravishing. Both had applied a little makeup and sat there as if dressed in their finest, sipping a bottle of wine as if everything was as it should be. My own place was set as. Oh, fag joy!Eventually, I was turned over, spread wide, and fucked (hard) by the guy, who was obviously made super-horny by seeing me being such a horny bitch.In the meantime, Rodrigo had arrived: typical Latin motherfucker, with this massive 10" Latin cock - it's not only long, it's BIG, I mean, you really can't wrap your hand around it... and I don't have small hands.Or small mouth, for that matter - but even with all my faggot cocksucking skills, I still can't take him all inside my mouth.My. ” Zak’s eyes narrowed, and Alluna wished she knew what they were talking about. One thing was clear. She wanted to participate in the initiation ritual. Taking a deep breath, she pouted and allowed her eyes to well up, turning her face away from Zak. “Baby?” He tried to turn her face up to his, but she sniffed and kept it turned away from him. “Alluna,” he sighed. “Don’t.” “You don’t want me to be part of the family. I understand, Master.” Zak stiffened. “Alluna, look at me.” His stern tone had.