"But it serves an important purpose too." Really?" Yes. One of the problems with being a slave is boredom. You can't have sex twenty-four/ seven. And ...boredom, more times than not, leads to rebellion and trouble. Giving them a constant task that they have to monitor is helpful in keeping this at bay."Also, since it is easier to have someone else shave and inspect you, it has helped Pyx and Vonda bond."Vanessa nodded. "So, that is why you don't allow waxing or electrolysis..." Right."Now, spread. With every stroke, sounds were coming out of my sister’s cunt like churning of curd.“Sanju.. fuck.. ummm fuck.. Still deep.. Aaah.. that’s it.. Yes there.. Aaahhh..”, She reached her orgasm once again. She was thinking that it was her hubby when she climaxed again with vigorous speed in which I was fucking her.Though di didn’t know who was really fucking her, I knew that I was fucking my own didi. This increased the excitement in me more. I never expected that fucking and enjoying didi will be. I pulled her zipper up, then lowered my hands to her hips as I kissed her neck, Angela somehow all but forgotten. I slipped my right hand under her dress and slid it around to her mound. “Naughty girl, not wearing panties,” I whispered against her neck. I slid my middle finger between her folds and found her wet.“John, we don’t have time. The babysitter will be here any minute,” she said softly.“Oh, Angela’s already downstairs!” I exclaimed softly, suddenly remembering what I’d so recently done. ”My fingers dug into the soil. My ears pricked. I filtered out the other sounds. I had to focus on her. Her!“Soon you'll be clawing to rip off that arm. It'll suppurate worse and worse. Can you smell it already rotting away?”My ears tracked her voice. She circled me, taunting me. I gripped the soil in my hand as I spit my fury. I acted, throwing the dirt before the figure. Soft impacts of soil hitting flesh echoed. She yowled in shock.I lunged at her as she spluttered.I slammed into her body..