.As I walked down to my basement I could hear my thirty-two year old sister Emily crying in her cage. Since it was only her second day of sexual ensla...vement she was still pretty shaken up so I was going down their to get her used to her new life and “break” her in. as I approached the cage I said “don’t cry Emily, I love you and I’m going to take care of you” while I slapped a folded leather belt on my palm. I opened Emily’s cage and told her to get out and stay on her knees. Her hands and feet. Marcy had slid one of those Sarah James premade sweet apple pies in the oven and was digging through the freezer for ice cream to make it a-la-mode. There is nothing like hot apple pie with ice cream melting the on top for desert.The supper was wonderful. There was plenty of food - even Jenny pushed herself away from the table. "I'm full; no more," she said as she finished the last spoonful of apple pie. As she rubbed her tummy, she said "I think they are, too."We had an hour and a half before. He kissed them tenderly, sending renewed waves of pleasure through her body, cupping and caressing them he brought his lips to her mouth and told her he loved her. She smiled in contentment as he lay alongside her, their legs entwined. Rolling gently across her he whispered in her ear, “I need you my darling, may I take you”She smiled and replied “I thought you’d never ask, I’d love nothing more in the world”They kissed some more, as he manoeuvred effortlessly between her thighs, the underside. You don’t like to deep throat so I try to be careful. I thrust in as far as I know you can take it then all the way out. Then back in. Your hand is very busy on your clit and your hips are gyrating. With the other hand that is holding your panties aside, you use two fingers to finger fuck yourself. Moans escape from your mouth around my cock. No talking, but I suppose moaning will be alright. “Make yourself cum”, I tell you. I don’t think you needed any of my direction there. Your hands.