Paul Roan - My sister,my sex slave

She reached for him, too, and he slipped his pants off and then his shorts so that she could get her hands on his sexual parts. The truck was bouncing around quite a bit and his finger in her body was intensely exciting because it felt like he was doing her with a vibrator. She decided that lovemaking in a panel truck would be a lot of fun.

"Drive carefully, Mark," Lennie said, as he reached for Lily and took her into his arms. "We don't want to get caught fucking right on the streets."

"I'm Leslie," the driver said.

"All right," Lennie said, amiably. "Be careful."

Lennie was on his back and he pulled her on top of him and as she straddled his body with her thighs he slipped his big cock up inside of her and then they were necking up a storm and the truck was bouncing them around and it was all very exciting and she knew that Lennie was not going to last long and she was glad. Her whole body was on fire with sexual frenzies and urgings and she began shifting her hips like a machine and then he was shoving himself into her and she could feel the head of his cock in her tonsils, it seemed, and then he was exploding inside of her and yelling and squealing.

"Oh… oh… oh… yuck, yuck yuck… oooooohhhhhhh, oh, boy, I'm poppin'… oh, Golly, I'm popping… Goddammit, this little cunt will kill me… ohhhhhh, baby kill me nice… aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… aaaaaahhhhh… all my life I been wanting to come like that… aaaahhh, that was so good."

"We want to fuck her, too," Leslie, the driver, said. "You said it was a long trip into town and we could all fuck her."

"Sure did," Lennie said. "She ain't going to object, are you, honey?"

He was holding her, kissing her, trying to ease the trembling in her. She shook her head, too agitated to answer him. He laughed and then he slid out of her and picked up a rag that was on the floor and he began wiping the wetness from her crotch. He kissed her and when she shuddered and moaned as the rag's touch stimulated her anew, he laughed and told her to relax.

"We'll have a smoke," he told her, "and then you can take the boys on one at a time. I'll drive. But, first, maybe you'd better blow me because I am getting hard again just thinking about watching you and the boys go at it."

It was surprising, but she found that sucking him had a very nice effect upon her. It seemed to relax her and calm her and she didn't even get excited until he began squealing and yelping again, and when she jabbed her nails into his balls so that he would pop, he screamed almost like a woman. But, when she was finished with him, and her hungry mouth had drained him to his very depths, he kissed her gently, almost lovingly.

"Darling girl," he said, "you are the nicest thing that has ever happened to me. The nicest ever. "

She smiled at him and then she kissed him, sweetly, happily, and lingeringly. But she was careful not to linger too long, to waste too much time.

After all, she had to do the boys, too.

Norma wondered, a bit suspiciously, if she wept for a long time because she enjoyed the young man's embrace or because her nerves were scaring hell out of her. She knew, right away, that she liked the young man, and she was sure that he liked her.

In time, he gave her a cigarette and they talked a bit. She had little to tell him, really, but he had much to say to her.

He told her that his name was Adam Wright and he was an investigator for several insurance companies. He knew Lennie and Lennie knew him. Lennie had pulled the same trick in many big homes.

"He's real cute about it," Adam explained.

"He reads the society pages and when he knows that a rich family like the Todds are in Europe or safely off somewhere, he drops a note to the local police, pretending to be the rich man, saying that his nephew and some friends will occupy the estate while the family is away. The note Lennie wrote to the local Chief of Police even asked that all courtesies and co-operative attitudes would be most sincerely appreciated. So, the police had no inkling as to what was going on."

Norma sat up straight and she turned to face the nice-looking young man, her cigarette smoldering in her fingers.

"How did you find out what was going on?"

Adam Wright sighed and then he smiled at her.

"Lennie doesn't know much about paintings," he said. "But when he sells a Corot to a local dealer for a fraction of its actual value, the dealer knows he is dealing with a crook. And, of course, he knew the painting and to whom it belonged. So, he called the police. They got in touch with me."

That puzzled Norma and she wondered why they hadn't all been arrested right away. Adam Wright explained the reasons for that, too.

"If the police moved right in and arrested Lennie and everybody in the house, we might never recover a lot of the pieces. For instance, we have no way of knowing what he has already disposed of, or to whom. But, from now on, as fast as he sells something we will recover it."

"Oh," Norma said.

Adam Wright started his car and he moved away from the curb. He began driving aimlessly and he began talking to her, too.

"Would you be willing to help me?" he asked.

She stared at him, not understanding.

"It would help me if you made a list of the things that Lennie tries to sell from now on. Also, until we know that we have recovered everything he sold so far, we won't want to move in on them. You see, we had to get a complete inventory from the Todds and I am pretty sure that we will be able to wind the whole thing up in just a few days. Lennie keeps going back to the same people and they are willing to work with us. They don't want any trouble."

"Lennie and the others took a load of things out to be sold this morning," Norma said.

He nodded. "I know. I have a couple of assistants and they know right where Lennie is and just what he is doing. But, you did not tell me if you will help us?"

Norma squirmed shyly as she looked at him with a rather warm gaze. She very definitely liked Adam Wright and she was afraid that it would show and he would find out about it.

"I will do anything that you ask of me," she said.

He smiled at her and then he began telling her what he had in his mind.

"If you could make a list of everything that Lennie takes out to sell," he said. "That would help. Also, I want to know what Lennie is up to every minute. Once he is outside I have people who can keep an eye on him, but you could sort of keep an eye on him inside the estate. I would want to know when Lennie intends to leave.

Everything."

"You mean you want me to spy on them and then tell you. A rat. I don't like doing things like that."

He made a U turn and began driving back toward where he had picked her up and she could see that his face was set in grim lines. He glanced at her and there was frost in his gaze.

"If you don't feel that you want to work with me," he said, "I will arrest you as one of them and send you to jail. We can do it that way."

He frightened her with that kind of talk. She remembered that she had a very lovely little sister who would need her and she twisted toward him and began talking to him, trying to make him understand how it was with her and Lily.

He listened to her and while he didn't yawn, she had the feeling that he was close to it.

"Your sister is your problem," he said, coldly. "You work with me, co-operate with me and I will see to it that you and your sister are not involved. But you would have to be very sincere and very earnest about trying to help me. Now, what is it going to be?"

She sat for a moment, gazing out at the traffic, trying to think but she knew that there was really very little choice for her.

"All right," she said. "I will do whatever you ask of me. And I will ask Lily to help, too."