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Tears began welling up in her indian eyes at that point and her body started heaving from the explosion of emotion igniting deep within her heart. "David?" She wept, throwing her arms out to me. I quickly pulled her into my embrace and she clamped her arms around me, sobbing wildly against my chest. The girl was young, around my age, with the same golden blonde hair and crystal blue eyes as I. She was considerably smaller than me, but as I said, there was no mistaking the similarity shared in our facial features. She also had a serious reaction when she recognized my name, plus her name was Dana and mine was David. This had to be a sister. "Are we related, Dana?" I questioned softly. She was too emotional to speak, but she nodded rapidly in my arms. This changed things. This was my sister and that man just beat her. I wanted to kill him now. I wanted to pick up the iron and cave the pimp's skull in, but not before I broke every other bone in his body first. This was no longer a matter of a pimp beating his whore, this was a matter of a man raising mature his hand to MY family. Then I softcore remembered my own thoughts. I was angry and I wanted to punish the man and this was wrong. I had already beat him and accomplished what I set out to do. Until now, neither of us knew this was my sister and I was emotionally compromised. To beat him further would invite disaster and quite likely, jail time. I needed to calm myself and get back to thinking with a clear head. Regardless of how our paths came to cross, if things hadn't gone down in this manner, I would've just driven off and missed out on my sister entirely. Besides, punishing someone when your angry is just something you don't do, whether it be your slave or some random asshole. I told Dana we needed to get the hell out of there and she agreed. He rested his bowl on his lap and slowly closed his eyes feeling much contented as he listened. She smiled with complete mature satisfaction “Good, I want to watch what we did with them, god, that was hot.” She gasped and sat up, her large tits heaving out of the sudsy water. It swelled the pressure in my balls. Pam stammered. It didn’t take long for Amanda to get drowsy. I swallowed and breathed as heavily indian as I could.� So, my curiosity stirred up I entered into the often used riser and closely examined the panels that lined the inside of the carriage. Away from Megan and more torture. “That’s a nice name.” I giggled, then turned the giggle into a cough when I realized what I’d been doing. We both chilled in our own beds, me in my underwear and a shirt and he had shorts on. She was clearly loving the attention. What did I do on my night off? Joe asked greedily. Conner held Jennifer still as I pressed the head of my cock into her ass. “Bunny?” she asked, squeezing softcore his hand and delighted with this sweet term of endearment, one that she hadn’t heard since her father passed; her Dad called her Bunny, and it was something she never told John. “Hey, Haley? You're still mine, but you're also hers. Washington watches her as she crawls towards us, bum in the air, fulsome breasts wobbling. Jeffrey turned to face her looking confused and caught off guard. I place the head of my cock against your anus and slowly start pushing. Two of the natives came forward and grabbed her arms, then tied her wrists together with leather straps.