“Okay, that sounds good. I’ll just separate the colors from the whites while you’re getting dressed and then I’ll go.”“I’ll do that, yo...u just go shopping,” Janet suggested again desperately.“No, that’s okay. You go ahead and get dressed.”Janet reluctantly turned and headed upstairs to her room. When she turned the stairwell corner she hesitated, she waited a couple of seconds and then looked back around the corner and watched her mother as she dumped the dirty laundry basket’s contents on. Just one stupid box left. Of course, it’s the biggest box and has managed to wedge itself in the very back of the trunk. I’m bent almost entirely in half, trying to yank it free when a voice finds my ears. “Having some trouble?” I give the box one final yank, then resign to straightening up. The good Samaritan standing in front of me was nothing at all like what I expected. He stood about 6’2”, blocking the sun with his shoulders. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a gray t-shirt that showed. I just knew by now that he wasn’t going to hurt me. He was my Master, and I, his slave. He will not hurt me. He sat beside me on the bed and stroked my chin. His gentle touch after all these orgasms still received an ‘umm’ from me. His hands trailed down from my chin to my cuffed hands.He released my left hand and reached across me to release the right. His chest rubbed my nipples which were just freed from the clamps. I moaned at the slightest touch. My hands were free now, and yet I remained. She had only imagined this happening in her fantasies and she had enjoyed it very much. Kendra relaxed as much as possible while her own brother was pushing his cock into her virgin asshole. Then he fucked her and it wasn’t what she had expected at all. It hurt but no enough to cry out and make him stop. It did get better or else she was just enduring the pain better. He was fucking her with twice the vengeance that any of the other guys had. She could feel him cumming deep in her bowels. As he.