He was twice as heavy as me so I really couldn’t go anywhere when he was sitting on me. I felt him rip my t-shirt off and then holding the knife to ...y neck. I was told not to move. He quickly got my pants off. He still had all his clothes on. His strong hands split my legs further apart and I screamed again. I felt him caressing me roughly while he told me again to be still if I wanted to live. Two fingers were pushed inside me hard. There was no lube on them so I screamed fearing he was going. Female bisexuality, it seemed was not only acceptable now to the public, but it was now considered ‘en vogue’ for the other ‘A’ list celebrity women to flaunt not only their male bed partners, but also now their female ones… even inventing a few if necessary. All apparently trying to ‘out-slut’ their rivals. It was a golden age for the tabloid press for the next year or two, and speculation as to which of my women was going to be the first to bear one of my children soon became a more important. Even now when she calls herself the world's greatest cock teaser, I don't mind. I even help her dress provocatively so the guys get to ogle her great young breasts and ass. It is a huge turn on for me to help assist in doing up her sheer lacy white bra while she won't let me touch her large firm breasts or engorged nipples. She tells me to kneel and has taught me how to roll up her stockings on her sexy legs while brushing my aching hands away from her neatly trimmed sweet pussy. Putting on her. Komorisnorted helplessly, then covered her face and put her head down on thetable beside her plate. I could hear muffled apologies, a whole stringof them. We all had a little laugh about it and I agreed to let Emily domy hair for me.It's not as if I was seriously going to refuse. Not for long. Since I'dbecome her sister, I"d dressed like all kinds of crazy characters, likestorybook Alice, like a shepherd girl-- a regular Little Bo Poop-- forher various paintings. She was forever talking me.