No further issues exist.
I say, "It's my sister," as I hang up the phone. "I have to leave."
Thankfully, none of the four guys attempt to slow me down as I race up to my room to get my purse and pull on some clothes.
Mark queries, "What's going on?" The question "Is she hurt?"
She is imprisoned in the home by my mother. She will be escorted out by me. I push by them while seeing Mary's and Jacob's still-semi-hard c***s. I'm sorry, but I have to go now.
Mark responds, "We're coming with you.
I quickly down the steps, skipping a few. You have no reason to come, I say.
Mark catches my arm and stops me. "Do you think she's in any danger?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe.”
"Therefore, you face risk. We won't let you go on your own. Mark has a fixed jaw. Jacob, could you get the clothing for every
