It really sinks in cause he’s still got a hold on the back of my thigh up by my ass and he’s squeezing it like it’s one of those hand exerciser...s. Daddy clears his throat and grumbles to Uncle Mike, “why don’t you go ahead and take a couple of practice smacks so I can tell you if you need to go harder”. I’m thinking what the fuck but it seems my body is starting to say come on and give it to me then cause I’m starting to feel a little wet in the pussy area. What the hell is wrong with me that. A jolt of electricity. Her back arches, she clutches at her breasts and simply howls.Without missing a beat, I withdraw my fingers. My sister looks at me in alarm. Then she sees me fold my thumb into the palm of my hand so that my fingers form a cone, and I push it slowly, gradually into her wet, open cunt, and she yields with a gasp.Now we are working as one. Sophia is now entirely the possession of her own body, her own lust. She has no will of her own, and she must obey the demands of her. ”“And if it’s good?” Presses Charley.“Then I’ll be a very happy woman.”“And will you do it again?”Belinda looks at Charley, a cold look – a ‘what kind of idiot are you?’ look... “If I enjoy it ... Why wouldn’t I do it again if I enjoy it?” She’s genuinely confused.We hold on this silence for a moment... Then cut to the street outside – where we see Jay, a timid looking Indian man with a thick black moustache walking toward us with a large brown short-haired dog. As mild and unassuming as Jay. Whilst Josh had his interviews, and got a job as a security guard in an industrial unit, working nights. Bored with time to think he walked the large area, checking it out, ensuring all was safe, but dreaming of Katrina, counting down the time he would see her at the trial and be able to make sure she was OK. He went through the motions of living, but was not really alive. And John sat in his rented caravan, fighting another fight. This time with his insurance company, determined to not back.