****** Tied up in Litigation by Sally ******
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Tied up in Litigation


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Tied up in Litigation

"Very nice!" said Spencer, watching his sister model her recently purchased
white top. It wasn't her top that he was admiring though; it was the way her
large breasts bulged over it's low cut to show off a mouth-watering amount of
cleavage.

Ann was well aware of the effect that she was having on her brother; it was a
game they had played since childhood. Ann would tease Spencer mercilessly and
he would do his best to resist.

"I bought some new undies too, would you like to see those as well?" she asked,
innocently.

"If you like," replied Spencer nonchalantly, though his stiffening cock,
confined as it was in his pants, was now beginning to feel a mite
uncomfortable.

Smiling, Ann slowly raised the top showing the white lacy bra that barely held
her bulging breasts.

"Like it?" she said.

Spencer made an agreeing sort of noise - he didn't quite trust himself to
speak. Ann was really upping the ante now. They both knew the half-glassed door
to his office at the legal firm was unlocked - someone could enter at any
moment and catch them like this.

"It comes with matching panties - like to see those too?"

Ann was an expert at this game - arriving at his office mid-morning and
catching him off-guard like this. He was utterly torn.

Without waiting for a decision, Ann sauntered over to his desk, put one
stiletto shod foot on the plush walnut and leather top and hiked up her skirt,
slowly revealing her long legs all the way up to her crotch to which Spencer's
eyes were irresistibly drawn.

He saw the sweet lips of her pussy, framed by a halo of blonde hair.

"You're not wearing panties," he croaked, feebly.

"Oh! Silly me, I must have forgotten to put them on!" cooed Ann, acting the
dumb blonde.

Poor Spencer's cock was rigid. He wanted to have the teasing bitch then and
there across the table but at that moment his buzzer went - it was reception
saying that there were visitors on their way to see him.

"Oh, well, later then," said Ann sweetly, removing her foot from the desk.

She gave Spencer a little wave at the door, leaving him, as usual, utterly
overwhelmed and frustratingly horny from her sudden visit.

Ann was still buzzing from the little show she'd given Spencer when she first
saw the girl. From the first moment she saw her, nervously peering down the
corridor, Ann knew that she just HAD to have her. The girl was not only
beautiful - long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and a tall, but full,
figure - but she exuded an air of sweet innocence. Ann wanted that innocence -
she wanted to see it corrupted before her very eyes. The thought of seeing the
girl stripped naked and fucked made Ann wet with excitement. The girl was with
a guy who also looked ill at ease in the legal office.

"Can I help you?" Ann asked the girl, with just a lingering suggestion that she
could maybe help with more than just directions.

"Uhm, I'm looking for a Mr Spencer Parker," said the blonde, blinking at Ann.

"Oh, you mean my brother!" said Ann.

This seemed to confuse her slightly.

"Yes, I suppose so," she said

"Let me take you there," offered Ann. She couldn't wait to see what Spencer
made of this delicious creature.

As Ann showed the couple to her brother's office she discovered that the girl's
name was Angelica, which was somehow fitting - she was like an Angel that had
fallen to earth - and the guy's name was Kevin. Kevin, who was not bad looking
either, was apparently Angelica's fiancé.

Ann stepped into her brother's office, flashed him a broad wink and said,
"There's someone here that you just HAVE to see...."

Angelica, thinking that this seemed an odd introduction, stepped apprehensively
into the office too and flashed a nervous smile at Spencer.

Spencer, like his sister, was taken aback by Angelica's beauty and aura of
innocence. He stood and invited the couple to sit. Ann lingered in the doorway,
unwilling to take her eyes off Angelica.

"Thank you Ann," said Spencer, dismissing his sister with a small degree of
satisfaction. He knew exactly what she was thinking - my God, wasn't he
thinking the same thing? Spencer ran his eyes over what little there was to see
of Angelica's demurely dressed body then quickly flicked his attention back to
her beautiful face.

Angelica gave him a sob story about how her parents, together with her uncle,
had recently been killed in a car crash. She was in dispute with the only other
heir, her uncle's widow, who was contesting.

His secretary brought in the will from the files. It seemed the root of the
problem was in the way that the will was originally set up. Being under twenty-
five meant that the money was first going to Angelica's aunt who would have to
provide accommodation while Angelica finished her studies. At twenty-five
Angelica would receive what was left of the inheritance. Her aunt was
apparently not close to her family and now that her husband, Angelica's uncle,
had died, was not keen on taking Angelica in but still wanted the money.
Angelica was not the sort of girl to say an unkind word about anybody but
Spencer could tell that she did not approve of her aunt and was not keen on the
thought of living with her.

Spencer agreed to meet her aunt and negotiate on her behalf. If necessary, he
would take the case to court but he reassured Angelica that that was unlikely
to happen.

That afternoon, Spencer found himself at Angelica's aunt's apartment. The woman
who opened the door totally took him by surprise. He'd been expecting a woman
in her fifties but the woman who stood before him was not only in her early
thirties, she was also incredibly attractive. Her figure was enhanced by a
clinging black Lycra dress.

She invited him in to discuss the situation. Spencer discovered immediately
that she was a hard woman - when he had offered his condolences on the death of
her husband she merely shrugged. Mrs. Jones came straight to the point:

"I don't want that brat living with me but I AM entitled to the money."

Spencer found it difficult dealing with the woman; with such a superb body it
was difficult to keep his eyes on her face.

"What... what's so wrong with Angelica?" he asked. "She seems like a very, uhm,
pleasant young woman."

Mrs. Jones sensed that 'pleasant' was not all that this young lawyer found
Angelica.

"That's the problem. She's far TOO pleasant. I'm afraid she would not fit in
with my lifestyle at all."

"I'm not sure I understand Mrs. Jones."

Mrs. Jones studied the smart young lawyer intently. How should she explain to
him? Maybe it was better to just demonstrate. She shot a fierce look at him and
said, "Are you looking at my breasts Mr Parker?"

Spencer was taken completely off-guard by her directness.

"Because if you're being forward then you'll have to be punished won't you?"

At the word 'punish' Spencer felt his already stiffening cock lurch. His heart
started beating hard and he found himself lost for words.

"Mmmm, cat got your tongue, eh?"

Mrs. Jones stood slowly and walked towards him as he sat, paralyzed, on the
sofa. She bent over him and Spencer breathed in her heady perfume. His head
swam.

She lightly squeezed the bulge that was apparent in the front of his pants.

"Excited?" she breathed in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Mrs. Jones..." he struggled to say.

"Call me... Jessica," she breathed and slid one hand inside his shirt, tweaking
a nipple, hard.

"Jessica..." he began again, but she cut him off.

"Do you... want me?" she asked.

"Oh God, yes..." he moaned. At that moment he would have done anything for her.

She straightened suddenly. "Good!" she said in an authoritative voice. "But if
you want me you'll have to crawl on your hands and knees and beg. Now...
strip!"

Spencer was surprised by her sudden change in tone but hastened to comply. Mrs.
Jones - Jessica - allowed herself a small grin as the young lawyer struggled
out of his clothes in his eagerness to comply. He was certainly handsome in a
sort of refined way and his chest, now being revealed, was perfectly smooth.

When he was naked he stood before her, his cock erect and firm, halfway up his
belly, the smooth head purple with desire. Jessica licked her lips.

"On your belly!" she commanded.

Spencer lay down on his stomach on the cool floor of the apartment, his cock
pressed hard against his stomach, his pulse pounding in his ears.

Jessica walked slowly around the prostrate form of the lawyer. She liked what
she saw. Very deliberately she stood on his buttocks, crushing his cock against
the floor. Spencer moaned with the half-pain/half-pleasure.

"You're a lucky man," said Jessica. "Normally you'd have to pay me a lot of
money for me to do this."

Pressing one stocking clad foot against his ribs she continued, "I hope you
realize now why I can't have that dumb niece of mine living with me?"

Spencer nodded.

"Say 'Yes, my darling Mistress'."

"Yes, my darling Mistress!" gasped Spencer.

Jessica stepped off Spencer and rolled him over with one foot so that he lay on
his back. Looking up, Spencer could see right up under Jessica's skirt; she was
not wearing panties - the second woman not wearing panties that day. He
groaned. What was this? National No-panty week?

Jessica placed the sole of her foot on Spencer's cock and began to rub him
gently. With her legs parted thus Spencer could see that the lips of her pussy
were swollen and wet.

"Now, I'm sure you're going to help me get my hands on that money without any
inconvenience aren't you?"

Spencer was in ecstasy - he would have agreed to do anything Jessica had asked
him right then.

"Yes... Yes... I'll make sure you get the money, Mistress. Fuck your niece."

"Good boy," said Jessica condescendingly and continued to rub him with her foot
until he came, messily, on his own belly.

Back in the office later that afternoon Spencer could hardly believe what had
happened. He rang Ann and told her in graphic detail what Jessica had done to
him and what she had made him promise. Ann was delighted. She reveled in the
idea of a woman making a man come with her foot alone - she made a mental note
to try it some time. She was pleased by the fact that Jessica sounded very
attractive too. She demanded Jessica's address from Spencer and decided to pay
her a visit that evening....

Ann came on strong the moment Jessica Jones answered the door.

"What did you do to my brother?" she demanded with mock anger. "He's huddled in
a corner and won't talk to me!"

Jessica was taken aback, first by the sudden onslaught by this complete
stranger, but secondly by her erotic good looks. Jessica was not really into
women herself, but in Ann's case she could make an exception. Ann had made full
use of her good looks, wearing the low cut white top she had modeled for
Spencer. Spencer had told her that Jessica had dark hair and dressed in black
so Ann thought that being blonde and wearing white would make delicious
contrast.

Jessica recovered quickly.

"What's up sweetie? Has your favorite lover deserted you for a better woman?"

Ann pretended to be shocked. "Are you accusing Spencer and I of... of...
sleeping together?"

Jessica started to enjoy herself, "No, I'm accusing you of fucking each other."

Ann was enjoying herself too - this woman was not only sexy, she was also on
her wavelength too.

"How... how DARE you!" she said, with all the mock dignity she could muster,
then flung herself at Jessica.

Jessica had half-expected something like this but could not prevent Ann from
pulling her to the floor. The women rolled over one another fighting to get a
grip on each other.

Jessica got hold of Ann's new white top and pulled, ripping it apart at the
seams revealing her large breasts that bulged in their tight lace bra.

"Bitch!" Ann shrieked and pulled at Jessica's black Lycra dress. She didn't
manage to get rip it off but it rode up high on Jessica's hips revealing her
firm thighs and neatly clipped black thatch.

The girls rolled over each other again, panting with the exertion of the
struggle. Finally Ann emerged on top of Jessica, pinning her down.

"Are you..." she panted. "Are you accusing me of stripping naked in front of my
own dear brother, parting my thighs, then letting him put his huge cock deep
inside my own sweet pussy?"

The close contact of Ann's firm body and her scent was having its effect on
Jessica. She could feel her pussy getting wet for the second time that day.

"Yes!" she hissed and, working a hand free she clutched at Ann's bra, pulling
it off so that Ann's gorgeous globes hung free above her face. She bit into one
causing Ann to gasp. Jessica used the distraction to arch her body, bucking Ann
of her hips. Without wasting time she rolled on top of Ann and now she had the
upper hand. Ann looked almost too weak to continue.

"Surrender?" she said.

"Never!" said Ann defiantly. Her own pussy was now soaking.

Jessica struck as well aimed blow across Ann's exposed breasts.

Ann gasped. Jessica noted with pleasure that Ann's nipples were firmly erect.
She grasped one taught nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed, hard. Ann
moaned, half with the pain, half with the pleasure.

"Give up?" repeated Jessica.

"Y... yes," moaned Ann as Jessica continued torturing her nipple. "Please...
please stop!"

"Oh my little one - it's not that easy I'm afraid. You can't just come to my
apartment, attack me, then expect to surrender so easily when you lose can you
now?"

Ann was thrilled by her tone. "I suppose not," she said, humbly. She felt a sob
at this point would be overplaying things though.

"Hmm, what do you think your punishment ought to be my little brother-fucker?"

"I... I don't know..."

"No? Well I've a damned good idea. You see, tossing off your pathetic brother
with my foot this morning made me horny but I still have not had an opportunity
to get off yet. Your face looks to be just what I need."

Jessica scooted forward until her wet pussy was an inch above Ann's upturned
face.

"Lick me and lick me good and you might just get out of here with your flawless
skin intact."

"I've... I've never... been with a woman before," pleaded Ann, playing the
innocent to the hilt.

"Then now's your time to learn. Lick!" she commanded and descended upon Ann's
open mouth.

Ann, of course, had had plenty of practice in licking women having started at
an early age by seducing a school friend's mother, but she knew how to play the
inexperienced girl well and still give maximum pleasure.

Jessica was delighted with Ann's ministrations and was soon bucking her hips
and riding Ann's face. Mmmmm, two siblings in one day, she thought. It was a
pity her husband had not died sooner....

Ann also knew when to 'accidentally' slip her tongue lower, touching Jessica's
anus with a feather touch. The little probe sent waves of pleasure rippling
through Jessica. Ann was pleased that in the struggle Jessica had taken on a
pleasantly musty scent. Now Jessica searched out that elusive tongue with her
anus but Ann was playing games with her.

Finally Jessica was forced to yell, "Stick your fucking tongue up my ass
bitch!" and Ann willingly obliged.

Jessica rolled off until she was on all fours, knees apart with her head close
to the ground. Ann followed her and obliging stuck her tongue deep and then
deeper up her tiny puckered asshole. Jessica moaned with pleasure and pushed
back against the probing tongue.

"Oh that's good - that's VERY good," she moaned - impressed by Ann's technique.

Ann responded by thrusting two fingers straight into her cunt, thrusting with
her fingers in time to the rhythm of her tongue.

It did not take long before the already worked up Jessica came and came again
on Ann's clever tongue and fingers. When Jessica finally slumped to the floor
Ann could see that she had exhausted the poor woman. Ann used her own fingers
to make herself come as she looked at Jessica's prostrate body. Jessica looked
around at the erotic sight of the topless Ann on all fours, skirt up around her
waist, frigging her pussy for all she was worth.

She slid round and kissed Ann deeply.

"Come for me my darling," she murmured and Ann obliged....

Later, as they relaxed in the afterglow of their encounter, idly stroking each
other's bodies, Ann said, "I understand that you don't want your niece to come
and live with you?"

"Can you blame me?" replied Jessica. "I wouldn't exactly be able to do this if
she were traipsing round the place, would I?"

"Have you seen your niece recently?" inquired Ann.

"Not for a while, no - but we've never got on, she's a real goody-two shoes and
I'm, well, I'm not," she laughed.

"She is GORGEOUS though!" said Ann.

"So?"

"And WONDERFULLY innocent," continued Ann.

"So?"

Jessica looked curiously at her new playmate, wondering what she was trying to
get at.

"Well, this would be a golden opportunity for you to not only get your hands on
her money but also your hands on her too. Imagine if she was here but couldn't
do a thing to stop you doing what you liked? Imagine if she had to do every
single little thing you asked her?"

Ann shivered at the thought.

Jessica had not seen Angelica for a while but remembered she was an attractive
girl. Hmmm, her own pet - to do WHATEVER she wanted? It was too irresistible.
She'd be worth a fortune to her 'clients'.

"What did you have in mind?" Jessica asked, intrigued.

Ann told her....

In the end the case went to court. Angelica was hopeful. She felt she had a
strong case. She'd be twenty-five in less than a year and Spencer, who had been
so kind to her, had told her not to worry.

Jessica was at court too. Angelica had not seen her for a while and was
dismayed by how smug she looked - as though she'd already won. At that moment
Angelica didn't care if she didn't get the money - as long as she didn't have
to live with her aunt. She squeezed Kevin's hand and he looked at her
reassuringly.

The Judge did not take long to come to a verdict. He asked Angelica to come and
stand before him in front of the court.

"Frankly young lady I am appalled by your wicked behavior. You're clearly too
young to be handling your own finances and yet you have engaged the services of
a lawyer to try and steal this money from your own dear lovely widowed aunt. A
woman who is willing to take you in after the death of your parents and, I
might add, her own dear husband."

Angelica was utterly stunned. She'd tried to be good all her life and now a
Judge, of all people, was calling her wicked!

"No doubt you want this sizeable sum of money to pay for drugs, or some other
behavior of ill-repute, for I cannot see any reason why someone of your obvious
immaturity should need such a large amount."

Angelica glanced over at Kevin - he could only shrug, amazed.

"No - I'm afraid young lady that in view of your behavior I'm putting you into
your Aunt's custody. You are to do everything she tells you. If she comes back
to me and tells me you are NOT complying with her EVERY, and I mean, EVERY
request then I shall have no other course of action except to allow your
inheritance to remain with your aunt permanently."

Angelica was stunned. Tears welled in her eyes. She could not believe what the
Judge had said to her and yet, he was the Judge, and she had always obeyed
authority. If he thought she was doing something wicked, well then, maybe she
was.

"In summing up then, all I can say is that it's a pity that corporal punishment
is not allowed young lady, for assuredly, if it were I would take you across my
knee RIGHT now, drop your panties and deliver a firm spanking to your naked
buttocks in front of this WHOLE courtroom."

Angelica felt her knees go weak. She felt about six years old again. She
couldn't help it - in front of the whole courtroom she felt a trickle of pee
running down her leg, soaking her skirt. She blubbered uncontrollably.

"My dear Mrs. Jones," said the Judge, with a heavy sigh, banging his gavel.
"Please take her away."

Jessica came forward and rather roughly pulled Angelica with her.

She took her from the courtroom, found a convenient toilet, and told her to
pull herself together.

"I can't... can't believe..." Angelica sobbed, unable to get the words out.

"Shut it slut!" barked Jessica.

Angelica was silenced immediately by her aunt's tone and total lack of
sympathy.

Jessica looked her up and down, a sneer on her lips.

"Well, you can't go home looking like that, your skirt is soaked. Here, put
these on."

Jessica thrust a small bag at her.

"W... What?" said Angelica, peering into the bag. It seemed to contain nothing
but flimsy pieces of cloth.

"They're your new clothes - I didn't want you coming home with me looking drab
- you'll spoil my image. Now, put them on."

Angelica held up a black leather micro skirt and stockings with suspenders.

"I... I can't wear THESE!" she began.

"Oh good, then we can all save a lot of time. I'll go see the Judge right now
to tell him the deals off then," said Jessica, turning to leave.

Angelica's mind whirled. "No!"

Jessica turned. "Obey me then - there's no other compromise."

Angelica was confused by the sudden turn of events. If she obeyed the Judge's
order she only had to live with her aunt for less than a year and then she'd be
free. So what if her aunt was a slut and liked trashy clothes? She just had to
sleep there and avoid her and the year would soon pass.

"I'm... I'm... sorry. It's just that I'm not used to such clothes. They aren't
my... style."

Jessica sneered. "Strip bitch! I don't have all day."

Angelica tried to take the bag into a cubicle but Jessica blocked her way. "No,
do it here. Stop wasting my time."

And so, under the gaze of her watchful aunt, Angelica stripped. She had always
been shy about her body and having her aunt stare at her while she undressed
made her doubly uncomfortable. Angelica had always been the one who was the
last to leave the changing room at sports, waiting until the other girls left
before revealing her body. Not that she should have had anything to worry
about, Angelica's body was superb, from her large, firm breasts down to her
slim waist, taut tummy and long slender legs.

Jessica appraised it all and felt her self getting wet. Even as a dominatrix
she had never felt the power that she had right now over another person - and
it was all totally LEGAL. The possibilities made her feel dizzy with
excitement. What made it all the more delicious was Angelica's sweet puzzled
innocence.

To Angelica's complete and utter shame another woman came in to use the toilets
while she was undressing. The woman looked at Angelica and scowled though did
not say anything. Jessica grinned. It was going to be a good year.

Once dressed Angelica looked superb. The black leather micro skirt barely
covered her thighs to the tops of her stockings that were held in place by the
suspender belt. Jessica made her remove her top and bra and gave her a tight
clinging top to wear with nothing underneath. Her prominent nipples on her firm
breasts pushed at the material. Catching sight of herself in the mirror,
Angelica was mortified by the way she looked. She was a shy girl and normally
hid her figure under baggy clothes. As they left the toilets Angelica wanted to
see Kevin before they left. Jessica just laughed.

"That dope? He took off the moment he saw Miss Blubber wet herself. You won't
see him again. Come on!"

Thus dressed, Jessica paraded her niece home, nearly causing a car accident
from a motorist who turned to double take at the barely covered girl.

That night Jessica decided that they should celebrate Angelica's arrival.
Jessica had bought them new clothes in anticipation of finally getting her
hands on the money and insisted that Angelica dress up for dinner.

Jessica looked stunning in a gold lamé clinging ball gown, sleeveless, low-cut,
and split to the very top of her thigh. It was apparent to Angelica that
Jessica was braless under the thin material. On her upper arm was an enormous
gold torc that must have cost a fortune. Although Angelica did not like her
aunt, she had to admit that she looked fantastic. She'd laid out a similar
outfit for Angelica and insisted that she wear the black stockings and
suspenders, with a wide garter belt underneath.

When they were both ready Angelica asked, "Where are we going?"

"Oh, a friend's house," was Jessica's dismissive reply.

A chauffeur arrived to take them through unfamiliar streets to a wide leafy
avenue. Mansions lined either side of the road, set back in their own grounds.
Angelica wondered who Jessica's friend could be.

The car, a black Rolls, turned into a gravel drive that led up to one of the
mansions. A butler answered the door and showed them through the hall and then,
curiously, downstairs to a smaller, fairly bare room that contained a few
chairs and some comfortable armchairs.

Jessica turned to Angelica. "OK, you can remove the dress now."

"What?" said Angelica incredulously - glancing nervously from Jessica to the
butler and back again.

Jessica let out a deep sigh. "There's two ways we can do this - the easy way or
the hard way - you choose."

"Why?" said Angelica, a note of panic in her voice, "Why do I have to take it
off?"

Ignoring Angelica, Jessica turned to the butler. "Hold her Greaves would you?"

The butler came forward and held Angelica firmly by her upper arms. Angelica
started screaming. Jessica calmly took hold of the dress and ripped it from
Angelica's struggling form, revealing her naked trembling body.

Whilst Greaves held Angelica, Jessica searched in a cupboard and found what she
was looking for. She taped Jessica's mouth to stop her screaming, then, with
the butler's help, pulled her across a chair and tied her to it securely.

As Jessica was applying the final touches to her knots, Angelica saw a pair of
shapely legs descending the stairs. An attractive woman with short blonde hair
dressed in a low-cut black ball gown entered the room. She looked vaguely
familiar.

The woman smiled at her. It wasn't a pleasant smile - it was the smile the
hungry wolf might make before devouring a little pig.

It wasn't until Spencer entered the room and sat himself down on one of the
armchairs that Angelica recognized who she was. It was Ann, Spencer's sister.
Angelica, bound, gagged and semi-naked was totally confused.

Ann saw the look of confusion on her face and stepped closer. "Oh my poor dear,
you do look a bit lost don't you? You see, your problem is that you're simply
too deliciously beautiful not to be shared."

At this point she stroked Angelica's face. Both women shuddered at the touch,
Ann with pleasure, Angelica with fear.

"The first time I saw you I knew I wanted you - like this," she said, referring
to Angelica's bound and gagged state. "Helpless. Available. And, as Spencer,
and now your aunt, knows - I ALWAYS get what I want. Just ask my dad!"

Ann stepped back to go and stand behind her brother revealing... the Judge.

If Angelica had been able to gasp she would have done. The man who stood before
her was the same man who had accused her of being wicked and had put her into
her aunt's custody. Yet he was Ann's father, Spencer's father, and Aunt Jessica
knew them all. Oh God! She'd been totally and utterly betrayed. Was there no
hope? Angelica wanted to sob.

Just then a noise behind her made her turn her head round. Another man stepped
from the shadows of the room. It was Kevin! Her heart leaped. He had not
deserted her after all - he was here to rescue her!

At the same moment Jessica stepped forward and peeled Angelica's panties down
over her ass, revealing her gorgeous firm round buttocks and exposing the lips
of her pussy from behind.

"Here you are Kevin," said Jessica. "We were saving her for you."

Kevin surveyed the scene, Spencer in the armchair, straight from the office in
suit and tie sipping a G&T. Ann, standing behind him surveying Angelica's naked
buttocks with unconcealed desire. Judge Parker, standing behind Angelica, a
small grin lifting one corner of his mouth. Jessica herself, turning to look at
him, one hand on his fiancé's smooth behind. Finally Angelica, his virgin
fiancée herself, bound and gagged and waiting for him.

Kevin stepped forward and. to Angelica's horror, instead of untying her, held
Jessica and kissed her fully on the mouth. "Ann's right, Mistress. She is too
beautiful not to share..."

THE END

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