Me: “Pooja ippa naan unnai kiss pannavadee??” (shall I kiss you?)Pooja: “Mmmm naanum unnai love panrenu sonnathukku appuram ethukkuda permission... inimel unakku ellamume sonthamda. Na mulasa unaku than… unaku mattum than…” (why are you asking permission even after I said, my love. Hereafter you have all the rights on me. Am yours totally yours)After hearing those golden words from my sister, I hugged her tightly and kissed on her lips. She too responded well to my kiss. We both get into a deep. He just arched his back jutting his cock out for me to twirl my pussy around and pulled back until it was just the tip of his cock that remained inside me.Oh, this felt so good. So much feeling is near the entrance to my pussy and on the tip of his cock. And we were giving those two areas all our attention. It was so good.Then, Gene pushed forward burying his dick all the way in me and I pushed back pressing him as far in as he could go. I flexed my vaginal muscles over and over trying to milk. Finally I heard the door in front of me open and felt the very welcome influx of cooler air. For a second I found myself wondering if anyone else could see this, what my Master (at least I hoped that was who had opened the door) was now seeing, this self-bondaged, near naked, obedient, would-be slave, in a position of helpless submission. The blindfold he had provided was an ordinary black mask type thing with an elastic band, the sort that could slip down easily enough. Apparently aware of. In the middle of the tree, a tiny, red rose encased in a miniature, glass cylinder caught his eye and caused a small laugh to escape his throat. She’d bought it for him from a Dollar Store and it was the ornament that had begun their mission to have the gaudiest tree on earth. ‘Just think, Clayton. We could have one of the worst trees on the block!’ She says excitedly. ‘We can collect so many horrid ornaments that even your mother won’t come to visit us anymore.’ Clayton gathers her in his arms.