She held herself against me, and I tasted her fluid that had stuck to my fingers, it felt different. I sat on the toilet seat with my erect, hard peni...s calling its shelter, my sister’s vaginal hole. Well lubricated due to her orgasm as her vagina was, I pulled her down to sit on my lap, her face towards me, and guiding the penis into the hole as she slowly descended. When the tool was inserted, Divya came to her senses, and kissed me so deeply on lips that I almost tumbled backward.She began. It was difficult to breathe and a couple of times I almost blacked out. Occasionally she would shift enough for me to gasp in a lungful of air before the outside world was blocked off once more.+++++++++++++++++++When Miss stripped off I remembered why I was with her. In my life, in my house but most of all in my bed. It was her exuberance and joy of life and not just her youthful innocence. Gone was her usual submissive persona as she relished her new-found freedom. I watched as she climbed. Gradually as the beatings got worse Kelly often found she had to send the girl back into the kitchen to work so that the customers wouldn’t see her bruised face. All the staff were concerned for her but Karen avoided all attempts to get her to talk about what she was going through.Eventually after she had been working at the “Kettle” for a year Karen finally opened up to Sharri, a friendly girl with long ginger hair and freckles who worked in the kitchen. It was difficult for her to talk to. He said “Have you ever done anything like this?”I said no. He laughed and said that probably not many people had. He told me that this was the 3rd time he and Erica had done it. He told me not to worry if it felt weird. It was a weird thing and they would do what they could to make me comfortable. Erica came back out and was wearing the white thong and a tight tee shirt with no bra. Her soft tits were pressed against the fabric with her hard nipples poking through. I could see her dark nipples.