It was a pair of my boxers which I had owned for years with a fancy feature, the crotch was cut out. "Not very subtle sis, but I like it" was all I co...uld say without laughing "Oh and there's these..." at the bottom of the box was a pair of heels to go with my sister's new uniform and they were as subtle as my newly improved boxers. Once all the gifts had been opened, my family could only stand still completely stunned so I helped myself to the cake that was in the kitchen without any candles or. Still somehow unsatisfied, I felt my hands run down my body toward my soaked pussy. I teased my tender clit for a moment, but then, with two fingers, scooped out a huge amount of Mark’s jizz out of my cunt. “Mmmmm”, I moaned. I couldn’t get enough of the taste. Combined with my own fluids, it tasted like heaven. For the next 20 minutes, I tried as hard as I could to taste every last morsel of semen from my slit. Eventually, it was clear that I had salvaged all I could. For some reason, I needed. I pulled the towel from her hands and she dropped her clothes in the process of trying to keep it from falling. I gently pushed her down over the bench in the middle of the room and bent her forward so she was straddling the bench. Using one hand on her back to hold her down, I grabbed my belt from the pile of clothes I had left in here earlier. I pushed her arms to her sides and wrapped the belt under the bench and around her body, pinning her arms to her sides, before locking the buckle. Branded on their chests, just above their perky B cup tits, are the number 1 and 2, respectively, thus differentiating their names as Slut 1 and Slut 2. "Take this cunt down to the novice room. If the room isn't ready, have Baby flogged for an hour." Tracy tries to scream, and resist, her eyes going wide. "Yes daddy." They say in unison, leading Tracy away by the arms. Though not twins, they look near enough. Slut 1 was once a homemaker from Tucson and Slut 2 had been a nun from Canada. I let.