Gawd Mary thought, this was so hot watching her brother jerking off. She could see a small white girl on the computer monitor with a large black penis... in her mouth. She knew that it was called a blow job or giving head or the dirtiest, sucking cock. Her pussy was soaking wet, needing her fingers badly. She moved her right hand to her crotch knocking a shoe from somewhere to the floor. It made a noise but not too loud. Roger probably didn't even hear it."I can see you Mary. Come out of the. Then Auntie Maureen showed me another dress. It was a tutu, like the oneI wore every week at ballet lessons, only this one was peach coloured."There's a scene in the pantomime where Nursey, the dame, tries to learnhow to be a ballet dancer. This tutu is what you wear for that bit.You'll wear your white tights with this and the village girl dress."Mummy took the tutu off the hanger. "This tutu skirt is a lot shorterthan Beverly's own," she said. "I'll need to sew a girdle into it, tohide. She came the day after and she looked different. I asked her what happened. She didn’t say anything and just continued with her work. I followed her during her work and was constantly asking her.At last I couldn’t take the suspense anymore so I caught her hand and forced her to talk to me. It was then I saw that she had a bruise in her hand. Tears started rolling down.I put my hand on her shoulder and she moved closer to me. I couldn’t control myself and my concern turned to lust. I took that. She was eager to get back down to business, if only he would let her. Almost unconsciously, Janie again squeezed her legs together. Her pussy burned and her clit throbbed. Pleasure radiated out from her cunt, which was still stuffed with the handle. Wanting more, it was all she could do to control herself in front of her father. Still shocked, she could hardly believe that she was lying there now, naked, with a hairbrush buried in her pussy, while her dad was calmly sitting on the bed next to.