“Would you like to see, slave?” Simone knew an answer had to be given. The truth, or an expected answer? It was always a difficult decision and sh...e could be punished if she got it wrong. “Yes, Master,” she croaked weakly, her nates producing a little quivering twitch as if expecting pain. Quentin grinned lasciviously again. “Raise your head then, slave, and look in the mirror in front of you.” At the same time he placed another mirror behind Simone’s wide-spread thighs. The dark head of hair. “Can you believe it? I think Mom and Dad went to fuck,” Betty said after the bedroom door was safely closed. All three started babbling about the general ramifications of knowing your parents are off fucking, which has been a topic of discussion between parents as well as children since time immemorial. I watched my sisters.Ever since Uncle Bert, in that first message Andy gave my six months ago, said he had fucked all three of my sisters and all of my female cousins, I had wondered what they. At night, there was even less excitement.Clara shuddered in her slumber as the sparkling sunlight illuminated her flawless face. It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The tall oaks standing in front of their suburban family house, cast large shadows onto the wall. As the sun rays continued to dance across Clara's frame, she began to wake up. The raven haired beauty was used to sleep naked in summer time. Her mature, curvy body was developed well. She had gorgeous ample breasts with large pink. That was way intense. I’m not racist, we just never really hung out around any black people. I mean aside from Mexicans there’s hardly any non-white people around. Rashmi, doesn’t count. She’s the whitest girl I know even if she’s brown. She’s just like, a tan white girl.But that moment in the kitchen, woah. I shook my head and lied to myself that I was never going to let him kiss me. I knew it was a lie, though, but pushed it out of my mind. I took a little longer than usual in the shower.