"It's nothing... just... something walked over my grave..." I explainedvaguely."Oh," he stretched out in his seat and rested his feet on the seatoppos...ite. I stayed standing warily."I'm three stops away. There's a cheap all night caf? near the stationand it's a short walk to my car," he explained.As the train trundled along in and out of the next two stations my spidersense started to tingle ever so slightly. I looked around nervouslytrying to place the danger. Again, nothing seemed out of place. Pete loved eating his sister's hot pussy and making her feel so good and cum on his face.Pete dove into Samanta's pussy with his mouth, tongue and lips. He began kissing and licking his sister's wet cunt and in no time she began moaning and writhing underneath his oral attentions. Samantha had quickly learned to love having her pussy eaten by Pete and she accepted it as one of the routine means of foreplay that he always loved to do with her before he climbed in between her legs and would mount. "Well it may surprise you to know she has been discovering the realher," announced Diana. And with that, she opened the wardrobe. Insidewas not, as expected, Diana's clothes but a bound and strappedleather-clad body. The wardrobe was so big that the body was chainedupright and spreadeagled. Bound head to toe in chains and leather,the female body was completely unable to move. She was also gaggedtightly, the gag obscuring most of the face. I noticed there wereholes in the wardrobe door cleverly. However, because of the way that the American society was back then, Dad did let me know that I would more than likely be persecuted by some of my peers because of not only the length of my hair, but also because of my Native American heritage. And it was for that reason, along with the discipline that came with it, that he placed me under martial arts instruction at the tender young age of six. Because Mom was a music major in college, as well as the fact that I, too, liked music, she sat me.