I could see her pretty face responding to everything I was doing to her. My long, slow strokes built her passions. When I hit her hard and fast and un...xpectedly, she shuddered way up inside, her inner charms rippling along the full length of my buried boner. I had been fucking my sister, but her climax changed that.Suddenly she was fucking back at me. She squirmed around, ending with her hands gripping my biceps. Her feet were flat on the couch beside my hips. As she fucked up to me, her cunt. But I don't think it's anyone's fault: I'm just what I was meant to be." "You're right. Tell them that. You didn't have any trouble coming out to me." She was right, I knew. I had to face the wrath of Daddy, and the guilt of Mom. Oh well, after all the shit that had passed between us, what was the difference? I studied late, calculated the time difference, and phoned my parents place in Lucerne in the Swiss morning, Minneapolis night. My mom answered. We exchanged pleasantries, and she enthused. I had often hinted at my interest in slavery to Him. He had finally told me that if i were to confess my natural slavery He would personally preside over the ritual of my enslavement and see to it that there would be at least one bid on my slave flesh after my branding. He was the one who had yesterday hammered my formal steel slave collar around my neck as i had lain upon the collaring bench. He had also inserted the first butt plug i had ever known into my boy-cunt. After i was collared ,. They'd been doing it for years, and Wendi surely deserved this break from their constant bickering over everything and nothing."Carmyn," Tammi sighed."Yes," I answered as I continued to hug Wendi."I need to talk to you. Now." Tammi headed to the bathroom. I assumed she wanted us to talk in private."I'm fine, Carm. Go talk to your girlfriend," Wendi said."She's not my girlfriend," I stated as I headed to the bathroom.Tammi closed and locked the door. First question was one I wasn't prepared to.