At first the scene was so shocking that I could not fully comprehend what was happening. Then I realized... The man was Uncle Clyde!"Holy shit!" mouth...d Pamela silently. "Uncle Clyde and Aunt Connie."Before either of us could say or do anything further, our attention was drawn back to the scene of unbridled passion unfolding before us. Pam and I both turned with a jerk when Uncle Clyde shouted in a very loud voice, "Oh, fuck, yes! Take it all."Aunt Connie had pulled Uncle Clyde's pants to his. She got hold of my dick and took it out of my underwear. Now my hard dick was completely in her hand; only thing was that there was a layer of jean clothe between her hand and my dick. My hand was still on her boobs. I slowly took my hand down to her stomach area. I found the slit of her churidar on the side and tried to put my hand inside. I was able to put only my fingers inside. Her soft naked flesh felt so nice against my finger.After two more attempts to put the hand inside, I moved back. “Aye. Stumbled int’ machinery by all accounts. Bits everywhere.” The bar went quiet as Bob used one of his special looks. “Here have another one of those.” Bob subtly took a bottle from a lower shelf and filled Holly’s glass to the brim. She gulped half of it down in one go. The burn was fierce but it felt good. She was an orphan. Alone in the world. “You… OK?” Rob asked, awkwardly. Sometimes Holly wondered how much of Rob had been revived. She had a feeling that he was still part zombie.. She obediently placed her neck and wrists onto the semi-circles and let me locked the stock in place. Then, I went to her ankles and secured them to the ground as I had done with the blonde's. Once I got her secured, I fetched a ballgag, a butthook and rope from the wooden box. Within a minute, I had two beautiful young things, stocked and hooked, ass perked up and cunt exposed, gagged and helpless, and ready to be trained.From the wooden box, I picked up a cushioned spanking paddle. These.