Ayla’s smile widened and she gave a sigh of relief as her father stood up, walked around the desk and gave his daughter a hug. ‘Why the sigh?’ P...eter asked. ‘I was afraid you would be against my engagement since Shane isn’t Russian or Jewish,’ Ayla murmured. ‘None of that matters to me as long as you’re happy,’ Peter assured his daughter. ‘How was lunch with your dad?’ Shane asked, later that night as they cuddled on the couch watching a movie. ‘It was good, he seemed generally happy for us,’. I groaned loudly. Helen then grabbed my belt loosened it and then began to undo my pants. Fortunately the feeling that I was going to cum had passed but I knew that whatever happened next I was not going to last long. Once my pants were open my wife told me to lift my butt and the two of them took off my pants and underwear. As I was completely naked now, Helen was able to grab my erection. She told me I was lovely and began to suck me. I was working really hard not to cum. My wife smiled at. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. The chair stood in the cellar which is lit for effect i.e. pretty dark. I lead her around the chair. She was shaking and breathing quite hard. She had a look of terrified fascination on her face. I stood her facing the chair so she could study it (classic interrogation technique of the inquisition who would show their victims the instruments of torture and explain in detail their effects. They would sometimes demonstrate the effects on a****l carcases. This. My poor sister surrendered at that point and merely held onto the lower post of her oversized bed and allowed the maid to take care of the carnal bliss she was experiencing at that moment of sheer magic.For my part, I was tugging at my hardened dick as fast as I could possibly do without damaging my privates. At that point, I had vague visions of humping one or both of the females in front of me with my jolly old roger at the first opportunity.Suddenly, my sister, Lady Rebecca wailed out her.