“Donia, was that necessary?” James quietly asked as he sat back down.“Sorry,” she said mildly. “Stupid women like her really get my goat.”...A man who had been sitting with the woman and his wife approached their table and bowed his head slightly. “My apologies Shah Hasid for my sister disturbing you, but will she be alright?” he asked James.Dusty answered, “Yes, some anti-bacterial lotion will clear up her skin condition. A little heat and the bacteria on her skin were multiplied. Nothing. The fact that one was my adopted sister and the other one was my blood sister didn’t make any difference. I knew it was a sin to fuck around with my sisters but I figured it was only half a sin because one of them was adopted at age nine from the Catholic orphanage up in Westchester and the other one was only half a sister because she had a different father with my dad having been picked off by a Jap sniper on some fucking Island that nobody gave a fuck about other than it had an operating. “That's 'sir' for you, slut. You should be grateful for being allowed to suck it. Show some respect!”“I enjoyed sucking your cock, sir,” I repeated.“And what else did you enjoy?”I loved this game. I was so horny... so turned on by how big of a slut I was. “I enjoyed getting my throat fucked and I loved swallowing every drop of your cum, sir.”“That's right. Tell me how big of a whore you are, boy.”“I am a worthless little bitch... an obedient fucktoy,” I said and my master laughed. Then, he. (Actually I don't think there is anything in her wardrobe she couldn't make look hot.) She kept the blue shirt dress, she explained with big sad eyes, just in case there was another time I felt like ripping her clothes off and raping her. I felt terrible and started apologising before I caught her wicked grin."You little... " I cried and grabbed for her, while she rolled around on the bed gurgling with laughter and delight. When the romp and the making out that followed was threatening to turn.