My sister was enjoying playing with mom more than me. She kissed her all over and talked to her dirty. She restrained herself, she's not supposed to g...ive her an orgasm yet. Because of the chair, she couldn't lick her pussy, but that doesn't stop her fingers to play with her cunt and clit. Soon, we would untie our mom, and our tongues would have full access to it when my brother's cock won't be in it. My brother looked at my sis, and moved his head toward the drawer. She left mom, and retrieved. She couldn't stop her frightened yelp of dismay. Then the house shook as though Godzilla had stomped down a huge foot right next door and Melissa screamed in terror, bouncing along with everything else. She landed on her narrow derriere, right atop her new cell phone, and thank God it didn't break. Grabbing it, she convulsively clutched hands and phone to her chest. She was this close to hyperventilating."Hello?" she repeated. She listened to the cacophony of car alarms blaring up and down the. She starts waving her arms around and yelling. He replies with something else and she finally stops yelling. He looks at me and says, "It would appear that Yasmeen has fouled her clothes and bed and she would like for you to come and inspect it."I question, "Was that Farsi you used to speak with her?"He answers, "Yes it was, how did you recognize it."I answer, "First, tell Zarika she is not alone because Yasmeen messed up my room and even stole my picture of Ben. And second, I spent some time. It was then her experiments began. Surely she could roll or lay in some manner to ease the nagging pain. It was as though her elbows had become enemies, determined to subdue. She thought, longingly, of the handcuffs of hazy memory. It was when she finally desisted that she wept once more.After awhile she stood again and paced the floor. It was an act of defiance against her tether and the ropes on her arms. Pain was her only companion in the solitary cell. Corey Gibson used it in resentful fury.