After choking and drooling around his thick memeber several different times, she pulled away as hard as he could and he released her, causing her to f...all back onto her ass.“You are a fucking bastard!” she shouted in between gasps.“That’s right, Mags. Bastards treat their women like property, to be used however they want. Marty was a bastard and you fucking loved it. You want bastard, I’ll give you bastard. Face down, ass up. On the bed, now!” he ordered sternly.She didn’t move fast enough. Your job is to be pleasured. Let me see your beautiful cunt, open and wet, for me. Lift your legs high. I want to lick you. I want to worship you with my mouth. I want to lick your tight little hole. I want to lick it, play with it, and I want to tongue fuck it. I want to hold your arse, pull the cheeks apart, and fuck your arse with my tongue. Then I want to finger fuck it – gently as I move to your dripping cunt, licking your lips, sucking them into my mouth, one at a time, and then together.. Finals week was rough, as you'd expected, and you've been looking forward to being able to relax at home. Your hopes are shattered, though, when you turn into the kitchen to see your stepsister, Sarah, standing in the center of the room, looking almost as though she'd been waiting for you.You groan inwardly. Ever since your dad married her mom eight years ago, Sarah had been nothing but trouble to you, whether it was telling Mom you'd been picking on her and getting you in trouble, sabotaging. "You're in for your dancing." "I'm not a dancer..." Roger protested. "I'm a singer." "You look like a dancer to me." Judge Taylor said. "You're in.... next!" As Roger stepped outside, Robin and Richard greeting him. "Well, did youget in?" Yeah." Roger said with a look of shock still on his face."What are you going to sing?" Robin asked. "I'm dancing." Roger said. "WHAT!!" Robin and Richard said at the sametime as Jennifer came outside with a sad look on her face. "What's wrongwith you?".