I looked at Phil, who shrugged and shook his head no. I guess Nicole was out of this debate for whatever reason. I thought to myself as tension and silence hung heavily in the air. “The only thing left I can think Brunette of would be to call the police if th-” “No!!” both of them called out at the same time, then looked at each other with a distrusting sneer. “Why?!” I asked exasperatedly. I was getting sick of this. Phil was the first to voice his objections. “Word is going to get out if the police are called Hardcore to my house, bro. And what blowjob do you think is going to happen to my reputation? couple Shit, even if the rape isn’t mentioned my life is going to be hell. And I already told you about that, remember?” There was no malice to his voice, but a chill ran down my spine as I remembered his threat. I sighed as I realized that Phil had me by the balls. “Okay, sure, whatever.” I replied, giving less of a crap by the second, and turned to handjob May. “Alright, why the hell don’t you-” “Are you living in a fantasy world?!” May accused Phil, turning to him. “First of all, anything that happens to you, you fucking deserve it. Secondly, if I say you raped me and you say you didn’t, they’re never going to take me seriously. Ted took his mouth off my cock for a moment and said, "I'm ready to cum again, Norm." “I think there are a couple of things I would rather look at than some hunk of hose hanging on the side of the truck.” “Is it?” I asked suspiciously and he looked at me as if he had suddenly understood why I had brought up the subject. His hands firmly blowjob rested on her head, pushing her slowly down his length. She giggled Brunette and got to Hardcore work. “Just watching two slaves get played with, dear,” Dad (who we handjob now knew was 'Dan') said. He helped me stand up, walked back to his desk, put his hand into his trouser pocket, retrieved the key and walked back to the door, unlocking it he summoned me towards it, he kissed my forehead saying "be a good girl" as he opened the door and let me leave. Billy was starting to get into a rhythm and the stabbing was getting less and less severe. An idea popped into my mind. Now I’m REALLY surprised! Reaching behind his back with his free hand, Penguin slipped a small emergency knife from the clip of his suspenders. I bounced on it, tits heaving as I settled between my futa-sister's spread thighs. His dad...damnit, even now, thinking of him hurt. She brushed my labia. She liked to discretely drink, smoke and indulge couple in very kinky sex. ”You know your father does not approve of pornography in this house Kyle. That was one fear he did have about tonight. It took her a lot of effort to make her way through it all.