”“You are a lesbian! A lesbian slave!”CRACK!“Don't tell me you hate licking pussy, bitch! I know you love it!”Her entire body shook. Tears f...ll down her cheeks. “I...I don't like it. I'm just doing it because you're blackmailing me.”My excitement died. It wasn't hot spanking her when she didn't care. I stared at my older sister. I wanted to dominate her, to make her my sex slave, not to break her spirit so completely. She shook worse and worse.This was all fucked. You felt incredible." Thanks," she purred sleepily.With a contented sigh I pulled her close and the gently rustling leaves soon lulled us to sleep.I was still glowing when we returned to camp and enjoyed a leisurely dinner. During the meal I couldn't help but share a knowing smile with Claire as we watched several couples duck out early, but we weren't in any hurry to join them.Feigning a yawn, Claire teased, "I think I'll head to bed early." Well in that case, I guess I'll go see how Leah's. My breasts were on prominent display. From themoment I got to school, every boy was looking at me and every jiggle ofmy breast and the sway of my rear end. I noticed many of them shiftuncomfortably from the hard-ons I knew I was giving them. Several ofthem came up to me trying to talk to me, but I tried to just ignore themand get through this nightmare. The girls would give me the stick eyeand silently tell me to stay away from their boyfriends; not that Iwanted a boyfriend. Every time I. "do you want to touch it?" i said awkwardly "Sure" she replied .
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