Am not sure why he married my sister(may be for money). They were newly married couple and so were guests. Till night nothing was there between me and... that cheta. Just we exchanged looks and smile formally and in evening we were playing cards. I always use to win at my place and my sister was losing all money. To help her cheta came. Was brilliant and tricky.He was playing and winning games then onwards. During which i happened to see that he was not wearing any underwear when he parted his. A few short monthsbefore he had been a happy, well-adjusted male with good prospects forhis future, keen to take on the challenges and opportunities of life.Now a sadistic teenager was able to treat him like her little sister.The dissonance between the two pictures had a constant, almost physicalimpact and every time the power of his captors was demonstrated and hewas forced into some new compliance, a little more of the bright youngman he had been shrivelled inside him. He had nothing left. "My parents are out of town for the weekend and my dad just stocked up his liquor cabinet. You wanna come over and have a few drinks? Maybe watch a movie?" "Why me?" he asked. "Mary told me she talked to you a few weeks ago and I thought it was about time we got to know each other better. She said that you’re a pretty interesting guy," Taylor replied, stretching the truth. Mary had said he was interesting, but Taylor edited the part about her knowledge of his mammoth cock between his legs.. He was 6foot and slim average build. The mornings where we had the house to ourself was the best and we would try to be quiet to let Mr McCullagh sleep. This meant noisy work would wait til after lunch and often meant slow mornings. Of course this was what Carl liked so we could fuck. We would work until around 10 and stop to make tea and sandwiches. Carl would sit at the dining table and eat and read the paper. While he was doin this I would be on my knees between his legs. It was great having.