James walked slowly to our bedroom, opening the door quietly as if he didn’t intend to wake me. When he saw me sitting up and awake and waiting on h...m, he instantly got angry. ‘Xiara, what the hell are you doing up this late?’ I kept myself calm, as I smelled the wine on his breath. He was drunk. ‘I—I wanted to surprise you when you got home…’ James rolled his eyes at me, blatantly irritated. ‘You just don’t know when to quit, do you?’ I looked down again, ashamed of whatever I had done to. She had heard of something like this occurring back in Vishant, but believe that Brenson had started it by accident, as he had been acting more like it had been a fantasy. She told me if I found myself in that situation again, to try and play along – intervene in the dream - and see if I could get any information of where I was. It worked like a charm, as he confirmed the torture room I was in, was part of the same building that once housed my father and Ruben before they escaped. I relayed the. I felt like a teenager again, sitting there waiting to be awed by a performer on stage.Looking around at the audience, I could see that her fans came in all colors, sizes and ages. It was not like some of the concerts of my youth where everyone seemed to be a screaming teenager. These were responsible adults, most likely with kids at home or at a friends house. I really had not been to a lot of folk concerts in my life, but I felt I was really going to enjoy this one. It certainly did not hurt. Danny’s balls were slapping against her ass while she rubbed her clit and continued screaming. After a few minutes she had the biggest orgasm I’d ever seen her have. Her body twitched and shook so hard she flung herself off of her brothers cock. She continued to convulse on the bed while screaming in ecstasy. Steph watched in amazement as her little sister came down from her orgasm. “I need to be stretched like that.” Steph told Danny. “We’ve already fucked a bunch Steph, your pussy’s already.