Remember though, I expect my girl to keep her seams completely straight at all times. So she had better check periodically throughout the night that t...hey are. Do I make myself clear, Sweetie?"Again without hesitation or even thinking about it I answer, "Yes Nicki."Nicki firmly slaps me on the ass again. "That's a good girl. Now is dinner ready to be served?" It will be in about 5 minutes, Nicki." Excellent Sweetie. I am going to go sit at the table. Be a good girl and bring me a glass of wine. We still look 10, but we are smarter and more confident than ever before. Daddy did this cool thing where he took us to get fitted for dresses. Not silly little frocks, but honest to goodness evening gowns. They were custom tailored to fit just us. We couldn’t wear the dress made for our twin because Sammie’s tits are enough bigger than mine to make a difference. Even though there is some Lycra thread in the fabric, my gown would look much too tight in the bust if Sammie put it on, and hers. But through all the anger an inner voice managed to make itself heard: "And how innocent are you, Mr Karlsson?".Images of a girl with fair skin and curly hair, kneeling with his cock deep in her mouth, appeared. Another of him "punishing" her with both palms and a thin rod, and later fucking her as a reward when she's proven her obedience. For two months Sigvard had enjoyed his very own slave, a young not-so-innocent lamb to do what he wanted with. And if he was honest with himself he would'nt. He starts to slowly pull out. I gasp at the pain but tell him to continue. After a few minutes the pleasure starts replacing the pain and I moan softly. “Faster” I say and moan as he speeds up. He stops momentarily and flips our position, rolling so I'm on top of him. I slowly start to lift myself up, closing my eyes and just giving in to the feeling of him slowly sliding in and out of me, filling me, stretching me, As our pace increases I have to consciously remind myself to be quiet, my.