Honey wanted to look up, to question them. But her shyness stopped her. After she had been fucked and forced to suck Freddie's cock, she felt a sense of shame. It puzzled her because after what she had seen this family doing, they were the ones who should feel that way.

She wanted to cover her nakedness, but there was nothing available. Besides, they had already stopped her from reaching her skirt and blouse. She sat up, drawing her knees to her shapely tits, hugging them. From lowered eyes, she peeked. They were talking, but their voices were so low Honey couldn't make out their words. Now and then one of them would gesture toward her.

Honey wondered why she felt no fear of them. All she felt was this vague shyness, this feeling of being forced to do their bidding. She did not mind being forced Honey loved every second of that. But this shyness puzzled her. Another thing that puzzled Honey was the fact that she felt comfortable with them.

If they were going to harm her, surely they would have, done so by this time. Yet all they had done was to strip her body, make her naked, suck those two cocks, finally being fucked by the father while the son fucked her mouth.

She could not, fault them for that. She had been caught peeking in at them, watching them fuck and suck each other. And, Honey knew without a doubt, she wanted what they had done to her.