“Good evening son, are your parents home?” said the sheriff, I looked at him in horror, my expression was now the same as the one fixed on my sist...er’s,” What the fuck are you doing boy?” he yelled as he threw back the door, there I was my mouth open, lost for words, standing next to my little sister dressed up as a whore with my finger up her ass. “Em...I can explain” I whispered in a broken shaky voice. Ten minutes later ,after I had told the sheriff the story, he lined up all the guys in the. He immediately let go of my clitty. Smacked my inner thigh. With the oil on his hand it helped to make a connection, dam that hurt. I flinched. I could feel the welt rising. Smack on the other thigh, the insides of my legs were on fire. Mark spoke in a low voice and very slowly, " I told you cunt not to make a sound, now open up!"Mark was walking around the table as the words crossed his lips. He brushed the ball gag off my neck. Replaced his hand on my neck and throat. He was holding my head. The man allowed her to fall the last two steps, landing in a heap at the bottom, before dragging her to her feet again, and pulling her across the room.Erin felt a wall at her back, and as she stand there, cold metal snapped around her left ankle. Almost immediately the same coldness snapped to her right ankle. The man then half turned her around, and in seconds more cold metal is snapped around hger right wrist., before the handcuffs are removed. That arm is pulled into the air,. And. I grabbed his wrist and said he's not worth it.Brian backed away, with daddy pulling at him. Daddy lead him back upstairs and told him to sit in the familyroom to calm down. John and I got dressed before going upstairs. I got us each a bottle of water and went in to talk with Brian and daddy. Lindsy was upstairs talking with Scotty. It was best she wasn't around.I told Brian that I didn't appreciate being called a whore. He yelled back and asked John if he was paying me for my services. .