My brother knew something was wrong even on the phone.. He just thought it was the relationship and was flying in tomorrow. I was taking the next coup...le of weeks off from work as he was going to be in town. Me being kind of petite he on the other hand was like our father, a big, handsome lad of 30, strong as an ox. He had huge hands and big muscular arms, large chest, wide shoulders and hadn’t developed the belly yet like Dad. He had short hair and always would wear a cowboy hat. He was about. All these sluts say my cock is too big for their assholes, so I can only fuck their cunts and mouths. I can dump my load over their ass, but not stick my dick in there. AND YOU OBEY?? I said with disbelief. Since when do these bitches say what you can or cannot do? FUCK THOSE WHORES! You are the boss, son. You just take what you fucking want. You just fucking F ORCE YOUR COCK IN THOSE ASSHOLES IF YOU WANT TO! You hear that? Listen to your DAD. No fucking way my sons are going to be pussy's,. "Whose turn is it to help with the grocery shopping?" Can Cindy do it, mom?" Sandy asked. "I feel like sticking around the house today. Do you mind? I'll do the laundry." I suppose." Sam said, wondering what Sandy was up to.While Sam and Mrs. Anderson were shopping, Sandy had the laundry and housework done. She then did her hair and got dressed up for the St. Valentine Day dance. She was gone when Sam got home and started to put the food away."I'm going upstairs to change." Mrs. Anderson said. She struggled but was unable to free herself. Not only had she been raped, but her rapist was laying dead on top of her and no one was likely to come in to the office for the rest of the weekend. She remembered that Jerry had used a pair of scissors to cut her bra?maybe they were still nearby. She grasped around with her hand for what seemed like hours. Slowly she was able to stretch the tape a bit.Just as she was about to give up in exhaustion, she felt the metal handle of the scissors. .