She was wearing a white cotton t-shirt and a pair of black and white house pants with the stretchy waistband. “What the fuck Ash!” I shouted. ...She ignored me and moved to my windows and opened the shades. “Timothy,” she sighed “breakfast is ready and waiting.” She deliberately calls me Timothy to piss me off. As she moved past the bed I shot a leg across the space between my bed and the wall and trapped my incredibly hot sister next to the bed. She sighed again and moved to crawl. “Yes of course, and so must you. Understand?” I told her.She didn’t get chance to say anything more as Kurt handed us our drinks. I was thirsty, and so it seemed was Andrea. Nerves I supposed. The drink tasted funny, but it did settle my nerves, I suddenly felt alright. Tonight would be fine, then we’d never ever speak about it again. Ever. I’m not sure how, but I suddenly found myself on the stage again. “Its alright Claire, we just want to fuck you, and fuck Andrea, that’s all. You know that. “Well Daddy? I’ve been a good girl and you’re doing a great job at fucking me like a naughty one so come on, pound me some more, make me cum again!! You said you would, you said you would please me, so please me, I want more and you have to give it to me!” Twenty minutes of fucking goes by, as I reach under you to grab your ass with both hands I start to come down harder and harder, you match my strokes by lifting your hips up, letting me get deeper and deeper. With one hand I work my way to. “Is this all of it?” She asked in amazement. “Yes ma’am,” the men answered. “How did you get away with it all?” Tanya questioned. Jeremy nudged Scott forward as he cleared his throat. “My queen, the mayor won’t be bothering you anymore.” He said. “Wh-what?” She asked. “We killed the mayor,” Jeremy said smugly. Tanya remained quiet for a second, she was pleased but celebrating one’s death was not in her nature. “So, he’s gone?” She asked. “Yes, my queen. I killed him.” Scott replied. Tanya.