She could hear voices but didn’t understand the language. As she struggled and kicked the two voices stood close by in conversation. Then the light ...anished, Debbie plunged into darkness before a big metallic door slammed shut.She slumped in a steady pant as the humidity increased the box claustrophobic. The drugging was making her still feel limp and tired and she was half awake when the metal door re-opened and still in darkness a hand knocked with commanding power on the crate side.“I know. Lia was no longer the gangly, stick-thin sister, that I ignored. She was emerging into a sexually charged teeny bopper, or so I imagined in my head.My planned confession to her, about what I saw on that basement sofa, faded away. I just couldn't bring myself to start a conversation about it. I suspected that she knew I saw her naked pussy on display, but pushing this further demanded a courage that I didn't have at the time. That, and the fear of being caught by our parents, or my big brother,. Smiths fence. I tried her patio door, but she locked it. Next I tried her kitchen window at thankfully that was open. Pulling myself through the window I finally got to work. The first thing I had to do was get into her network. That would keep the frame rate high and the stream good.I sat down and wrote a quick script to hack her password. It did not have to be too hard, I doubt that she knew anything about encryption or strong passwords and let my laptop do its work while I got everything. We sat and served ourselves salad and everything else."This is so good," John said and he gulped down his wine before filling the glass again."Thank you." Your house is beautiful." Thank you again. I'm so happy you could come here AND cum here," I joked, looking down at my lap."You are a naughty Connecticut girl for sure."We chatted idly as we ate, even regarding family matters. "You don't think Connie suspects do you?" I don't think so. What about Eric?" I don't think so."John helped me with.