They got on very well and knew when to give each other space. The previous night Pat had said that her best friend Sarah was coming round for Saturday...would be staying overnight.Pat slid off her chair and took her plate and put it in the dishwasher. She was wearing a white see through blouse giving Andy a view of his sister’s purple lacy bra struggling to hold in her well developed breasts. She was wearing a mid thigh length red skirt that swung as she walked. She bent over to put the plate in. I was pumping my cock fast now as I clicked to the next photo.Her cunt filled most of the screen now as the camera had captured her falling back on to the bed with her legs spread wide apart and her hands near her stomach. I could see that she was aroused, her lips were engorged, and a shine let me know that she was wet. Her cunt that I loved was being aroused by someone other than me. She was wantonly laying back on our bed spreading her legs and rubbing herself while they watched and. That was what he expected or else he would have gotten an alert on his smartphone saying that something was wrong.Next up was his email. Sifting through them, nothing jumped out at him as urgent, so he went through sorting and classifying them. Spam got marked accordingly and deleted. A few were from users needing something or another. Those he either replied to or put into a folder for later action. A couple of others were from vendors wanting to sell him stuff. Those got put into yet another. A flat "no", however, is unacceptable. And then, to make matters worse for myself, I struggled and fought with Master, trying to prevent him from using them on me. Not surprisingly, I was tied more tightly, whipped to the point of tears, and then still had the weights used on me. Of course I liked the sensation, just as Master had known. When would I ever learn? Master knows that my imagination is almost as bad as anything he could dream up, so he just told me that I would be punished.