"Ohhhhhhh!"Joe surveyed his prisoner with narrowed eyes, his lips curling into that cruel smile she had learned to fear. Then he bent down and grabbed... her right ankle, jerking it up and shoving it sideways so the ring on its anklet could be clipped to the strap from the wall. Her left ankle was moved in the same way so that now her cunt was spread wide open. She could feel a draft blowing across her pussy hairs, raising gooseflesh all around her ass.Now the young sister could understand the. Once I had told her this during sex I could feel how wet and turned on she was. This story was requested on a regular basis. I then told her I knew he would fuck her. She never believed me until I told her about my first wife and how he pulled her on his lap and she was so grossed out to feel how hard he was.Once I convinced her we made planes to do this. I told her to wear her short skirt no panties. The next time he visited which would be on his way to visit his sister we would set this in. We made better time than we expected so we pulled into a campground right at supper time. There was a nice restaurant within walking distance from the campground so we broke out the strollers and walked over there to give Grace a break from cooking and have a nice fancy supper. We spent a leisurely evening soaking in the campground's pool and went to bed earlier than we usually did so we could get an early start.We were up bright and early the next morning hoping to put in some miles. The. "Good luck, Sam," she said. "I mean it." Wait," I cried, hurrying over to her. "When can we meet and talk somemore about this?" We both have third period as a free time," she said. "Meet me in thelibrary. Back in the history section." Third period. Library. History section. Got it."She nodded. "See you then."She started to walk out the door, but my brain was suddenly zapped withone-point-twenty-one gigawatts and I reached out to grab her arm."Cindy Mueller," I said. "You remember her too?"She.