' said Kylie remarking that she could see Martin's pee seepingthrough the eye slits and the nose holes in the hood.'She should go were all dirty thing...s go, into the laundry basket.' saidBritany.'Yes, great idea, tie her feet together.' said Emily.I never had time and because of the hood the ability to complain asthey pushed me to the floor and using duct tape secured my anklestogether. I was made to crawl into the laundry room were Kylie and hersister removed all the washing from the plastic. Mr. B then mounted her and violently raped her. She wouldalways remember the mix of lust, frustration and anger in his eyes. It frightenedher. He dismounted from Emma. He had cum in her and she was worried about protection. "How was that my slut?" he asked. Emma continued to sob quietly. "Stop that crying bitch!" Mr B grabbed the cane and whipped the girl. Whipped her with all his pentup fury. Emma screamed and writhed as the blows rained down on her. The strokesacross her breasts were the most. Except for the same evening, after Karen left, when she had almost injured herself with the same, still-wet cucumber and banana she had used on Karen, trying to get rid of the sexual tension she had built up while fucking the girl, bringing herself to a brutal, painful, shockingly intense orgasm, she had not even masturbated.Getting over Rina's murder was even harder than she had thought it would be. She had dreams about the girl all the time, tantalizing, sexual dreams. Rina would be naked,. "Hmm?" I answered, absently stroking her smooth, naked thigh.Immediately after sunset we had flung away the picnic food off the large blanket and tore off our clothing and kissed a three way kiss with tongues hovering within the triangle of lips. Holding down my arms to prevent any return fondling, Molly and Fanny made love to my body from head to toe and fingertips, caressing everywhere. Eventually I blasted my cum up into Fanny's pussy while feasting on Molly's. The ladies concentrated their.