Tight capri pants hug tight the modest curves of her waist and thighs, ending several inches above her bare feet. "You back from college already?" Yea...," you say, moving to the refrigerator to get a drink. As you walk into the room, she won't stop grinning. It's unnerving, like she knows something you don't. "What are you doing here?" Mom and Dad decided to leave me here with you while they went on vacation." You frown when she says this, that doesn't seem like something they'd do. "Oh, hey,. Once we entered the room he took off my dhupata and asked me to shake my boobs. But I refused. He came near me and pressed my ass hard and I screamed a bit in pain. And he placed his hand in boobs. I closed my eyes. But he didn’t do anything more. He went to bathroom and came back with a boxer only. I was shy at first and he came near me and hugged me from behind and folding my wrist. His penis is over my ass and rubbing hard and I am feeling the hardness.He slowly inserted his hands under my. Neither of the men are gentle with us, all they care about is getting their rocks off. "Please don't, no, stop, you can't, I can't." I cry as the man's cock forces its way into me breaking my hymen apart.The man stops mid thrust, "Holy shit, this chick was no slut like her sister, she is a virgin, I mean was a virgin."I look up at Michelle and I can see in her eyes her remorse at what she had forced upon her sister. "You're kidding?" No joke, get off that whore and get a shot of it."The man got. That's what we'd just explored in our own little way. Tying a person down, administering spankings, paddling or whatnot in ways designed to not leave more than temporary striping or bruising, milder humiliation, all of it designed primarily to just enhance sex. What was clear about what we'd done is that the submissive was ultimately in charge. She was the one who set the levels of what she was willing to tolerate, that safe words would always be used and respected. While the submissive was.