It sounded like someone was pounding the floor with something. He shrugged, but then it got louder. He left his breakfast and headed upstairs, to see...k out the source of the sound. He discovered it was coming from the bathroom. He started towards it, and slowly cracked the door open. What he saw amazed him, and at first he turned around out of sheer shock and embarassment. His sister was jamming her fingers into her vagina, moaning and groaning while she did it. He found his dick was starting. All that mattered was that Mrs. Vandermeer understood. Not only did she understand, but she encouraged and celebrated what and who I was. Bizarre as it might seem, tied up as I was, naked and helpless, I felt free.“Yes, Mistress,” I answered breathlessly, already feeling the stirrings of something primal within me, something stronger than mere lust. I felt the wet trickle of anticipation creeping along the insides of my quivering thighs as I gazed at her, wondering what she had planned. Pain. None of them particularly enjoyed caning the others. They took turns though. At least two out of the three girls were going to enjoy it though. Paris announced. “Katie threw a five. So she gets five strokes before she can start licking Emma. I’ll then give another stroke every ten seconds until she makes Emma cum.” Katie smiled. Five strokes. Then another every ten seconds until Emma came. This was so cool. She looked at Emma’s delicious pussy lips as she said, “Don’t forget the pussy strokes.”. Now it is her turn to shift in her seat. She moves to place her back against the window and lifts a leg onto the seat. Her loose fitting shorts are to long for me to see anything, but the curve of her legs are beautiful. She moves her hand slowly down from her knee to her thigh and over shorts and what would be her pussy underneath. This is too much for me and I rub harder on cock over my pants. Our eyes are locked on each other hands as we both rub faster. Just then the conductor comes.