Too bad. They don't give a damn.

With a collective grunt, the uncaring crowd turned away, returning their attentions to their chilling meals. However, from out of the masticating masses, a woman strode forth, similar in figure to the blonde pleading on her knees, her hair a little darker, her figure slightly more plump and curved, and her blue eyes blazing with fury.

“Your sister?” Francis smirked down at Genevieve.

“Yes,” she nodded, her honey-brown eyes downcast. “Mallory.”

“What the hell is wrong with you, Gen?” her sister snarled. “Begging like a whore in public? Mother would be ashamed!”

“But I need it,” the young woman said softly, lifting her eyes to the young man’s crotch. “So much.”

“Well,” Mallory growled at Francis. “Let’s see it then. Show us this cock my little sister’s abasing herself over.”

When you see it, he pushed through the gem, you will want it, too. You’ll want him to fuck you with his cock. You would do anything for it, no matter how degrading or humiliating.

“Well?” the blue-eyes sister snapped. “What are you smirking at?”

With an evil grin and a flourish, Francis unbuttoned his fly and lifted his lengthy rod from his boxers. The two sisters stared at his dick with lust.

“Can I suck it now?” Genevieve asked hopefully.

“I have a better idea,” Mallory said, licking her lips seductively. “Why don’t you fuck me with that monster?” She stepped up to the young man and pressed her body into his, rubbing her crotch against his leg. “I’m into anything you like,” she licked at his ear, causing his cock to jerk slightly. The brown-eyed sister cooed, her breath hot upon the male limb.

“As much as I’m tempted,” Francis said, sliding his dick back into his boxers and buttoning back up his jeans. “I really, really shouldn’t.”

“But why not?” Mallory asked, her blue eyes flashing. “I’m worth it, aren’t I? Hell,” she glanced at her teary-eyed sister, “We both are. You won’t find any finer fucks and sucks anywhere else. Ain’t that right, Gen?”

“Yes,” the younger sister breathed, standing up. Wrapping her arms about his chest and kissing at his chin, she said, “We’ll be your whores to fuck whenever and wherever you want.”

“And your mother?” Francis said, watching Mallory slowly grind her hips into his. “What would she say?”

“Not a damn thing,” the elder sister laughed throatily, nibbling at his ear. “The witch is dead. Now our stepmother-”

“Would want you, too,” Genevieve finished. “After a little persuasion, of course. The bitch is awfully frigid.”

“But with that fat cock in her, I’m sure she’d go off like a firecracker,” Mallory smiled. “How about it? Want to fuck two sisters and their stepmother?”

“Don’t forget Hillary,” her sister said. “Or Isabelle.”

“Our stepsister and the maid? Isabelle I kind of understand, what with her tongue and all, but Hillary? Why her?”

“Because,” Genevieve said, fondling the young man’s crotch. “The little twit needs it. A good fucking will bring her about. Or turn her unto a nympho. You never know.”

“What do you say, stud?” Mallory said. “Five willing women to fuck as you will for as long as you want. You want to come home with us or do you want to screw here?”