"Of course the slaves see only a mirror, but they can probably guess we are able to observe them through it. Perhaps if you press yourself against the... glass they will see you," said Mistress Five.In each cell were one or two individuals. The majority of them were women - or appeared to be women. Some were simply naked, collared and chained, others were bound with ropes or chains into painful positions, or suspended from the ceiling. Some were covered in rubber, glistening and beautiful."They. "I like your boss as well," Abby said and added, "And if you don't mindme saying so, you look damn cute in that diaper."Mark blushed, not sure what to say to that."There I go. I didn't mean to make that sound so damn bold. I'm alwaysdoing that. I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable. Sometimes mybrain just isn't fast enough to keep up with my mouth," Abby said."Not a problem and thank you," Mark said wishing he hadn't reacted theway he had. He felt like a kid suddenly."So, have you cleaned. Her young sexy teenage body, which tanned so easy, was always there for my lustful gaze. I loved her sexy white tan lines which, as the bikini's got smaller, came more into my view. My little sister was just a complete fox, she knew it and how it was affecting her older brother.We would take turns going down the hall after a shower, past each others rooms, either naked or with a towel barely covering ourselves. Then our game evolved into leaving the bathroom door unlocked and each making some. Our thrusts grew harder, faster. Jamie's pussy juices lubed the way. Our dicks were so slick, they slid past each other with ease. We lost our rhythmic thrusts as our own lusts swelled. The heat built and built inside of us. I fucked my sister harder and harder. My crotch slapped into her ass, my dick sliding against Cassandra's. She was thrusting in as I was pulling out. The crowns of our dicks met and kissed for brief moments wrapped up in the silky heat of my little sister's cunt.I kissed my.