As the hour neared, I began to get wet. It was my body preparing me and triggered by the anticipation. Then the phone rang. Before I could say anythin... he softly whispered, ‘I’m already hard for you sweetheart.’ ‘Tonight I want you to do exactly as I tell you, agreed?’ I gasped my answer. ‘Yes! Oh god yes! Anything you want.’ Then he began and I obeyed. Each thing he had me do was something that I had fantasized about doing but never really had the courage to try. After two weeks I was cumming. I came so hard I thought blood would be on a busted vein in my cock. I laid atop Karen with my cock still in her and my hands gripping her pretty boobs.Karen said, I have been thinking, we will place my mattress on the floor so that when you take me, mom will not hear the bed. Karen smiled, she loved being used.We sat on her sofa in her room after we washed my sperm off my sister's thighs and cunt. Sitting there with her naked breasts mere toys as I read a book and felt her up.Karen looked at. I wonder what it’s like to be a cripple. To lose every right to name yourself a woman. What do you think, slave???Please don’t.? Christine’s voice was wheezy, her vocal ligaments refused to function. ?Please don’t do it, Mistress. Not this. Please, I’ll do whatever you want. Please.??But that’s what I’m doing right now, is it not? I want to cut off your clit and I’m cutting it off. That’s exactly what I want to do.??Please.? Christine was unable to move her eyes away from the scissors. She. She cut and slashed without fear. She laughed, matching the cadence of Chaun and Xandra's song.I pulled out my hardwood knife. I gripped it in my hand and fought with her, dancing beside Minx and slashing with my knife. Her laugh was infectious. I joined her. The laughter bubbled out of me, rising with the surge of excitement while my knife slashed to the stirring beat of Chaun's lyre.“Faoril's back in the fight,” Minx said. “Wow, she is killing them by the dozens.”“Good,” I nodded. I felt so.