I smashed my hand down on my bed as Sam’s voice moaned louder like she was cumming. Having a filthy orgasm on Dad’s cock. I rubbed my thighs toget...er, imagining myself beneath Dad, loving him. It would be so beautiful. Not so whorish like Sam.That little fourteen-year-old trollop was the worst.Why did I have to have a sister as wanton as her? How could we come from the same womb?The sounds died. She had her orgasm. Her nasty pussy must have milked Daddy’s cock dry. I shuddered, my poor panties. Yehi haal merey doston ka bhi tha. Dil chah raha tha ke abhi jaoon aur uss ko pakar kar choomna shuroo kardoon. Behar haal dil par pathar rakh kar mein betha raha aur kuch der ke baad jab lund ki condition kuch theek huwi to mein utth kar saima se milne chala gaya. Saima se kuch baat cheet ki aur uss ki friend ka introduction bhi huwa aur aakhir mein saima se kaha “tum bill mat dena mein khud de doonga”. Uss par saima aur uss ki dost aneela ne mujh ko thanks kaha aur kuch der ke baad hum sab. .. I love my body! I smile inwardly,feeling so good, I have the body of my dreams, and the dominant Mistressof my dreams.Hair done, I look through the drawers for clothes sutiable for the realworld, suitable for being with a Mistress in jeans and a sweater. Tightblack panties and a waist cinccher go on first, though I can't get it astight as I want of course. Black stockings are a must, with a blackleather pleated mini-skirt to go over them, and a tight royal blue top,with a high neck and long. The man walked casually with a nice swagger. Sage left the kitchen and walked towards the front door and paused. Upon hearing the knock, Sage opened up and smiled, “Hello, daddy! Come on in.”“Ooh wee,” exclaimed Don. “You look good as shit, baby!”“Thank you, daddy! Would you like something to drink?”“Sure. Whatchu got?”“Water. Juice. Milk. Liquor. Wine. Beer.”“I’ll take a beer.”“Grab a seat on the couch and I’ll be right back.”Sage returned with a 16-ounce aluminum bottle of Bud Light in one.