Making the Team/Mary and Stacy, first round of blowbang
You step into the living room and are somewhat taken aback by what you see. Not that you have expected anything specific to happen here or that you haven't been prepared for something unexpected... But damn, how can anyone prepare themselves for something like this? The room smells of bodily fluids and someone must have lit a joint some time ago, at least going by the smell, yet your eyes are drawn to the central piece of the room, right in front of the large TV. There is Mary, your little 9 year old sister, on her knees with her pink top long gone and her little buds out for everyone to see. Her hands are behind her back, secured by a small rope, yet still slightly struggling. And she has a fat dick in her mouth, a veiny, thick meatpole sliding in and out of her sensual little mouth rythmically. One of the linebackers is obviously enjoying fucking her mouth, gliding in and out, holding her hair fisted in his hand, keeping her locked tightly in place. Going by the tearstreaks running down Mary's face, smearing her make-up, and the globs of slobber and cum on her chin and on her upper body, this is not the first guy doing her mouth.
Closer to you is Stacy, on the ground now, held down by no less than three guys who have apparently grabbed her the moment she had dashed in. Had she tried to run or tried to get to her sisters help? You couldn't say even if you wanted. At the moment she is felt up by six hands, groped and handed around, with her struggling and protesting, but being absolutely helpless. You can see one of the guys pushing one of his hands into between her legs inside her overall, at which she yells in shock, but he only laughs. She looks to you now, as if pleading for help. What do you do?
- Well, you have brought them, haven't you? It's only fair you have some fun as well. (Request) --Bobsmith2020
- You can hardly do anything against the whole squad, can you? You grab a beer and try to enjoy the show. Request--Luciel
- You have delivered on your promise, you leave again, you don't wanna see this.