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Naked and almost completely immobilized. The sense of helplessness he felt defied words. They had left him for now, but would soon be back. And they would hurt him for their amusement, and no amount of begging and pleading was going to deter them. If anything, it was vice versa. This was what got them off, after all. What thoughts of escape he had entertained just a moment ago were rapidly fading. A certainty of their futility was rapidly taking over his mind. Growing desperation and terror. He knew this was end of the line for him. His final destiny. Life of rape and torture. He would never leave this place alive. I was only five and my brother, Greg was seven when our parents bought a small bar/private club south of Dallas. Since they both had to work there to make ends meet, Greg and I were mostly raised by various babysitters. Dad would tend bar and Mom would wait tables. They didn’t tell anyone they were married. Dad made fair tips, but Mom made GREAT tips. I didn’t really know why until I was ten or eleven, but then it was blatantly obvious. She had an awesome body, and her sexy waitress uniforms really showed it off. Her hot pants were just that. They really showed off her toned legs and shapely butt. The tops left her flat belly bare and allowed her DD boobs to spill over the top. When I was thirteen and well into puberty, my own boobs had started to develop. I was already a B cup, and I was hopeful they would continue to grow until they were as big as Mom’s. I always got a thrill out of Greg and his friends staring at them and trying to catch me naked. That was also the year our parents stopped hiring babysitters. Of course, that meant we were pretty much on our own from around eleven until three a.m.. That summer, Greg and I started going in with them to help them clean the place before it opened. We’d put our bikes in indian the back of Dad’s truck. When it was time to open, he and I would ride our bikes home. Greg and I had always been fairly close, but we grew even closer when we were left alone so much. We had to learn to entertain ourselves. Of course, when we wanted different things; what TV shows to watch, what games to play and such, he would always win. If I put cumshot up too much fuss, he’d wrestle me down and tickle me until I cried uncle. One day, while we were loading our bikes into Dad’s truck, Greg tossed his backpack in with the bikes. He didn’t protest when I picked it up. It felt empty, so I peeked inside. Sure enough, it was empty. When I showed him a questioning look, he just grinned and shrugged. He did however, put his finger to his lips, letting me know not to amateur mention it to our parents. I didn’t find out the deal until we got home. You could say we're really taking our mother/daughter relationship up to some sexy new limits," she explained, bringing her hands to Maria's breasts.� University life soon got us back into the routine, but it would have been so much more bearable if I’d had Ryan on my arm and in my bed more often. I pulled her up till she was lying beside me and we kissed, not as Father and Daughter but as lovers do after a amateur long night of loving. James looked over his shoulder at the curvaceous beauty. Then the chains pulled to her feet again. My mind was concentrated on the feeling of her warm lips on mine and then I became indian aware of how close our bodies were now. She was there cumshot before them in red cheek hugger panties with a large wet spot in the front. Sarah leaned back against the door and spread her legs. Niky took the bottle of whisky and drink a big shot directly from the bottle, and said, “Mariana come suck My daddy’s dick and make him real hard.” I shook my head. It was a community. "It's possible, but I don't think that'll be the case. Prema: No, they kept it open.