Breakfast was the only meal ever eaten so informally in the diCosta household. After breakfast, Gina took the dishes to the sink and got more orange j...ice for Sam and herself, while Angie lingered over her coffee."Poor Roberto must be still asleep," Angie said. "He was really worn out last night." I'll be he was," Sam said. "At least, that was the way it sounded to *us*."Angie blushed. "Oh, dear. You could hear us?" The dead could hear you," Gina said. " 'Ohhh, Robertooo... ' " she imitated. Then, I was again assaulted by dick at both ends. With each thrust, the cock in my mouth would slam into my throat. From this angle, I was able to deepthroat easily, although my drool was all over my face and neck. One guy would leave my throat or my ass, and another would replace it.I came from anal for the first time in that swing, the constant cock being too much for my senses. With an earth-shattering moan, I started bucking, and blasted cum all over myself; no one touched my cock at all. The rain wassoftly tapping against the window as the wind began to pick up. Danlooked outside and down to the driveway below. The wet concrete wasvacant except for his car. Smiling to himself, Dan turns to his door andshut it softly. With a small click, he locked the door. He turned onthe radio to his alarm clock. The music filled the room as Dan moved theboxes to the floor and began to pick stuff up. The next hour was awhirlwind of activity in Dan's room. Dan was beginning to take downposters. Oh, the penalty for failing will be a hundred shocks, so keep that in mind."A hundred shocks seemed excessive, but Mrs Whitehall made sure the two sisters got every single one. When she was tired of administering them all herself, she'd put some servant to finish up for her. The pain was unbearable and the girls tried their best every day to avoid the torture. But without any external stimulation whatsover, either one or both of them often failed and they had to suffer the consequences.What was.