"Your mouth must be parched, drink this, it'sblackcurrant juice, very refreshing. Of course don't spill any, wouldn'twant to get it on the dress and l...eave a stain would we?"Luke was actually glad of a drink, he took the nozzle between his lipsand sipped. As soon as he did the liquid started to flow and would notstop so he had no option but to keep glugging the drink down."Good girl, spilling the drink would be awful wouldn't it?" There washumour in the voice now.After the bottle was emptied the. My stiff clit quivered and jumped under hertongue. I came and came and still she wouldn’t stop.She held me down and I felt like to explode with everyorgasm. At last she stopped and I fell back, weak andtrembling. She took me in her arms and held me andkissed my tears away and I knew that from that momenton I was her slave.Her slave. She lets me do her laundry. She lets me dochores around her apartment. Her marketing. I love it.She isn’t the tidiest person and I thank her for. I could have cummed there but I stopped myself. I returned to my room. Zahiira came into my room soon.“You know it’s not nice to look at your own sister when she is in bathroom,” she said. She was wearing her yellow transparent gown that reached just below her ass. She looked at me and her eyes settled on my tented shorts. “Irfan, you bastard! Did your appa’s naked body do that to your cock? I cant believe you were getting a hardon by looking at your own Appa(elder sister)”Like a fool I looked. Our relationship had been founded on love more than sex, and recently, I admit, we had got out of the routine of intercourse. My reaction to this lack of sex was prolific masturbation. I never once considered that Annie would react by fucking around while I was at work. And my reaction? Why hadn't I stormed in and demanded retribution when I came home from work early to find my wife cuckolding me with a black stud? Well I am ashamed to say it turned me on. My cock was throbbing hard as I.