"HOLD YOUR TONGUE, BRADLEY!'Brad was standing now, leaning back against the wall. Blood trickled from one ear and from a split on his brow bone. His c...hest heaved.Ted turned back to Ben. "Explain yourself, Benjamin."Ben used to cower to his father. He'd frantically try to plead his case or put the blame back on Brad to justify his actions, and Ben always used to get the short end of the stick. This time, Ben's nostrils flared as he glared at his father."I was kicking Brad's ass," he said, his. "I need your help. You've got to make her stop. I can't take it any more." Make who stop?" Your sister! She's making me into her slave!" What?" She makes me do things. And I can't stop her." Andrea?"I thought of my sister's plump, innocent little eighteen year old face. What was Tammie talking about? How could my shy little sister make her do anything? None of it made any sense at all."Yes, Andrea. Please, you have to help me. You're her sister, make her stop. You have to!" I don't understand,. They were stretched until Icould wear thick barbells in them which held captive stirrups. Once theywere well-healed Vanya could be quite rough with them and I loved it.Her fertile mind dreamt up some very intense bondage situations usingthem but they also made my big nipples even more prominent and thefeeling of the cups of my bra rubbing over them can make me aroused inthe craziest of places - I love them.One special trick she found was taking an English Squash ball andgetting me to cut it in. One weekend a few guys she knew were planning a weekend party at a cottage. She found out and they asked her if she wanted to come. Little did she know, she would be the only woman there. She jumped in a car with a few of her buddies and off they went to the cottage. Once they arrived she noticed another car that was there with a few more guys. 6 guys and her for a weekend party away from the city. What amazed her the most is how most of these guys had women back home yet she was with them.