Please don’t hurt me” she begs. I drag her in-between her car and another, placing her on the floor, face down. I retrieve a cable tie from my p...ocket and tie her hands behind her back. “You’re doing well. Don’t make a sound and this will be over soon.” I say. I place a gag in her mouth and cover her eyes with blindfold. I can feel my cock turning to rock inside my tight jeans as I listen to her sobs. Lifting her up onto my shoulder, I walk through the car park, observant for passer-bys. "Oh," she said, "You heard that."Her brother replied, "Yeah. It was so hot. I know that it's not right at all, but-" Yes?" Isabelle pushed him to finish his sentence."Will you show me?" he asked.A slight smile formed on his little sister's lips."I will," she answered, "Only if you do the same."At this, Leo pulled his penis out of his pants and sat down on Isabelle's bed near where she was sitting on the floor. She let her towel fall and inserted the long dildo back into her pussy.Leo resumed. You were unreasonable.”“I think that is being supportive in this context, Aaron.” Molly mumbled. “Support doesn’t always mean taking my side. I need to know when I need to change. All of us do.”“Yeah, all of us have made mistakes here.” I muttered back.She smiled at me. “And yet we’ve all stuck around for each other. That’s got to mean something.”“It meant last night happened.” I told her with a serious laugh. “I don’t think we can say it’s entirely for the greater good all this has. Ami boudi ke kole tule amar room-e niye ese bichana te suiye dilam. Eber abishkar korlam, boudir mai duto puro puri tennis ball er moto ar nipple gulo chokha chokha. Ami boudir opor chore boshlam. Abar chumu khete khete or mai duto tipte laglam. Boudi jeno hotath ghum theke jege uthlo. Amake shokto kore joriye dhore bollo, elokhhi sona amar, tor oi lomba ar mota 7ff bara ta amar gude dhukiye de na. Gud ta boro kutkut korchef. Ami gude bara na dhukiye boudir norom ar tight mai duto jore jore.