I looked into the eyes of all six of my sister's and saw that same look of willing submission to Donald's demanding cock and had sudden fear of a numb...r of nieces and nephews running around my feet with "Donald" like features. I didn't care a whit for the other simpering fools but the thought of my beautiful Princess under his sway was enough to make me delirious with distaste. I could picture her delicate backside crammed full of Donald cock and moving in that frenzied little dance she did. A double whammy, I guess. I've never worn acorset before, but if Mother says it's difficult, I'll believe it. And tobecome a fashion trainer, I guess, I don't have much of a choice. Andbesides, she isn't unattractive. I mean, she was awesome in my bedroom.That's probably not the best reason to accept the challenge. But it maymean I might get to have more sex with her. I did enjoy her scent. I feltpretty sexy wearing her panties. And now I'm wearing her bra. I know,what boy would get all turned. He flashed on the lights.There were several pulley devices screwed into the low ceiling over head and four tall green metal cabinets standing side by side, soldier-fashion, to her left. Three wooden chairs with straps on the arm rests and legs were pushed together in the far right corner."I... I don't understand. Is this some kind of training room?"Jack laughed, shutting the door behind her with a loud bang. Betty nearly jumped from her skin. He was putting the keys back in the side pocket of. It didn't seem like he was making the effort anymore to even flirt with me. I know I shouldn't complain. After all, he usually ends up fucking me without a rubber. While I don't relish the idea of getting knocked up by my stepson, I have to admit that he really knows how to fuck. I decided to put it out of my mind and just focus on having a nice Christmas.After a pleasant dinner, me and John went to bed. Matt said he was going out and would be back later. By now, John didn't even bother trying.