As Master continued teasing my clit and randomly fingering my vagina, I couldn't help whining. Master slapped my breast, "Hush Slave!" After bringing ...me to the brink of cumming a half a dozen times, he finally stopped and I was out of breath from trying to keep from cumming. Master unchained my wrist cuffs from the head of the bed and the same with my ankle cuffs and collar. I immediately got up and after a quick stretch, bent over the bed for my morning spanking. My wrists were still cuffed. I say do you want to eat first or swim, and you say you’re starving so I unpack the picnic basket. You laugh at me for having a proper wicker basket with a rug and proper knives and forks and plastic plates and stuff, but I don’t care because I love making a fuss and doing things nicely for you.I’ve made a nice healthy salad, though it’s a bit messy eating cross-legged on the rug, and you make fun of me some more by asking where the folding armchairs and table are, so I throw a cherry tomato at. She'd almost never put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She squeezed the toothpaste from the top, and didn't put the cap on, either. And she had occasional fits where she'd try to decide everything for everybody. I just ignored that when it happened, and the girls learned to follow dad's method as they grew older, too. You pick your fights, and none of these rose to the critical level. I guess fucking around ten years ago, before we got married, was in that category, too.We fell into a. . UUHN, UUHN, UUHN, UUHN, UUHN, uuh, uuh, uuh, uuh, ooh, ooh, oh, Lisa, oh, that was wonderful. Oh, it feels so good."She hopped off the bed and asked, "Well, have you fucked Wendy?" as I saw her reach back and untie her bikini top and pull it off.I knew she asked me a question but I just sat there, in my bed, magazine to the side, dick sticking up, glistening with a few drops of cum, staring at the two beautiful breasts in front of me. I was stunned. Lisa, my stepsister, was beautiful, simply.