Ross's mind is still over-analyzing the situation as Rachel grabs a handful of Levis and trouser snake. She pulls him to the bed.
"Rachel, I... what..."
"What's the matter?" She asks squeezing his cock with all her might "Don't like it?"
"ididn'tsayididn'tlikeit" whimpered Ross.
'Speak up when you talk to me, wuss"
"I didn't say I didn't like it, Ma'am!"
"DO I LOOK LIKE YOUR MOTHER? Call me madam, no, Mistress Rachel"
Great, thinks Ross, this is turning into what is probably greatest sexual experience of my life and all I can think about is my mother...again.
"Strip for me wuss." commands Rachel who now has one hand under her skirt and the other pinching a nipple.
When Ross is naked Rachel pushes him down on the bed. She then turns to the dresser, yanks out a drawer and grabs a handfull of scarfs. She leaps on the bed straddling Ross tying one hand and then the other to the bed's headpost. She pulls off her t shirt and starts fondling her breasts. "I bet you'd love to get ahold of these." she says pinching and rolling her nipples between her thumbs and fingers.
"yes mistress rachel" moans Ross
Rachel grabs Ross's head and rubs her tit all over his face avoiding his mouth.
"I bet you wanna suck it..." Rachel stops and asks "You're actually resisting me. Do I intimidate you? Can't handle it? Aw, should I soften up a bit?"
"You said mother and I..."
Rachel hops off the bed and looks at Ross half-limp cock and fumes "AGAIN, Ross again? You want Princess Leia in a gold bikini, you want to role play, but when I do you start talking about your mother. I can't believe I ever fucked you. OH I can't believe I married you. I can't believe I had a child with you. You sick.., sick..., sicko! I know what you need."
Rachel turns back to her drawer on the floor and grabs more scarfs. She ties Ross's legs the the foot of the bed as he babbles on about how sorry he is and give him yet, another chance. Rachel shoves one scarf in his mouth and ties another around his head so he can't spit it out. "Now you can see what's going to happen to you but won't be able to do a damn thing about. NOW you're hard? You really are sick."
Rachel leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with Monica blindfolded and gagged. Rachel leads her over to the bed where Ross is thrashing and grunting. She helps Monica on the bed and guides Ross's swollen member into Monica's sopping wet pussy. Monica starts moaning with delight and rocking back and forth on her brother's stick. Rachel leans against her dresser, shoves a finger deep inside hot cunt, and enjoys the scene unfolding before her. She'd heard Monica through the walls a couple times with Richard, but she looks like she would be breaking glass if she could scream. Ross on the other hand has stopped fighting and is now laying there with a defeated look in his eyes and is taking his punishment like a good slave. After a few more minutes Rachel pulls Monica off of Ross. The freakishly strong Monica resists, trying to hold on to her brother. Rachel slaps her face hard.
"You'll get more...if you're good." She stands Monica beside the bed. Rachel looks down at the bed and asks Ross, "How about you? Are you gonna be good?"
Ross slowly nods twice. She unties him from the bed. "Kneel, wuss. Monica, on the bed."
Monica reaches blindly if front of her for the bed. "NOW!" Rachel pushes Monica face down on the bed and ties her to the posts.
Rachel grabs a leather belt and fashions a collar and leash around Ross's neck.
I wonder who's next for bitch on the bed? Rachel thinks leading Ross into the living room on his knees.
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