Was I really a lesbian?My stomach twisted. Father stood over me, glaring down at his filthy, lesbiana daughter, face burning with rage, fists clenchin...g. And in his eyes dwelled the worst thing ever: disappointment. I bolted for the bathroom, stumbling into it and falling before the toilet.My stomach heaved as I puked up my shame.Juana CampoI avoided my sister all Saturday night. I hoped letting her think about things would improve her. Clint had his sex slaves bind her and leave her in the. It wasn't the training either. It was from inside. It was the creep in his spine that rose when he realized he was becoming very good at dressing up, the silent scream from knowing he blushed when Daddy complimented him, the anguish that raged impotently when he began to pick and choose from his growing lingerie collection and get turned on, even against his will.And then his escape plans began to dissolve in gauzy daydreams. His instincts told him if he could talk to the right people, have. Her spine rolled like a lashing whip, her hair flying with each thrash of her head. I’d have a sore neck for a week if I ever came as hard as that. Her guttural screams eventually petered out and she relaxed enough to allow me to withdraw my finger from her asshole. It was just as cute after I’d violated it as it had been before.She barely had enough strength to turn herself around and collapse against me.“I take it you enjoyed yourself?”“Oh my God. I think my teeth are literally buzzing from. I grip your hips and pull you backwards slightly, causing your to bend at waist and support yourself with your tied hands. I raise your skirt above your hips, baring your beautiful ass to the night air, then drop to my knees and start kissing and gently biting your ass. I spread the cheeks and my tongue probes and licks. I lick your ass, lick your pussy, finding your clit with my tongue and playing with it. I feel you quiver and love your moans. I probe deep with my tongue as my thumb rubs.