Her eyes displayed a desperation that I knew were mirrors of my own feelings. My breathing came in short bursts and I could feel the tiny hairs on my ...arms standing. I felt the wetness leaking from my sex. I stepped into her, cradling her upper arms and lightly brushed my hard nipples against hers. I felt her body shake slightly along with mine. We stood there for a few moments enjoying the pleasures our breasts were bringing each other, all the while not taking our eyes from the other.I moved. Seb moved closer to the fitting room, listening outside, not hearing voices. getting very curious, but he decided to be patient and wait. Holly lifted her hands to Trudies breasts, watching Trudi the whole time, she stopped herself just short, didnt know whether to continue or not, bad idea, bad mistake, carry on, be professional. Trudi put her hands ontop of Hollys, and put Hollys hands right on Trudis breasts. Holly couldnt take it anymore, she started to explore, pushed Trudi up against the. But after a while, my belly quit cramping and nothing more came out of my ass. I just started crying and don't really know why. Maybe because Mistress was talking about putting more water in my ass, or making me get pregnant. Or maybe because I was a whore, instead of a good girl.Once I knew everything was out of me, I wiped my ass again and noticed there was nothing brown in the toilet or on the paper. I guess I was cleaned out.Mistress then said, "Whore it is almost time for everyone to start. Sometimes I’d imagine her masturbating as she smoked her Marlboro menthol 100 cigarette while I rubbed her panties on the tip of my dick. It usually ended with me splattering her panties with semen. I’d hide them in my room until I had time to wash them and put them back. She never said a word, so I’m assuming she never noticed. There were so many pairs that it would be hard for her to, I suppose. I’d never thought anything would ever happen between us, since we were related, but near the end.