“Cock sucking whore”, she wrote. A bulls-eye covering both butt cheeks was drawn and a large arrow pointed to the center, with the words, “Fuck...this pussy!” And, as if that wasn’t enough, I caught the flash of the digital camera. “For my record and just in case I need to send it to your family and friends.” The words struck terror within me.At that point I was ordered to turn around and get dressed in what my wife had placed on the bed. There was a black thong, a print camisole with. It was like a hangnail. You noticed it when it bothered you. I noticed when Wendy looked particularly good and I wished we had more friends to who I could show her off. With the world being so empty, it was hard to find any people and, when you did, you worried about what kind of people they would be. In our towns, we saw little sign of people. There were more signs of people in the Knoxville area but we were reluctant to try to make contact.We enjoyed our pond where we would swim and sun. Wesley took her back to the clinic to work on her back some more. After he finished, I talked to Rebeca about the next two weeks. I needed to continue my inspection tour. There were a number of small towns and villages on my route.“Rebeca, my Sweet, tomorrow I must leave to continue on my tour. Depending on what problems I encounter, I should be gone from 10 to 14 days. Then I will return,” I told her.Rebeca was worried. Was I coming back? Would she be left alone? I reassured her that I would. My brother wildly lapped up my screaming orgasm as it came out of my pussy onto his hungry tongue. My brother raised his face up from my pussy, he had a nice glistening shine from my orgasm. He licked his lips, savoring my taste. “Damn Katie, you taste so fucking good, nice and sweet. I would never have thought my sister’s pussy would taste so fucking good.” Mark grabbed his huge cock, holding it at the base. He smacked it on my pussy and clit a couple of times. "Are you ready Katie? Ready.