"I think we had better sort out what we aregoing to wear."Remembering that Annabel had demanded a tarty look for me and awholesome look for my husband... we searched our wardrobes, swappingand trying each other's things on until we were each satisfied with alook. I chose a black leather corset, red and black lace-up thighboots, black gloves and leather mini-dress open at the front so mybreasts burst through. This, with a leather studded dog collar andleash and a leather bullwhip meant she could. The only relief she felt was when Headmaster Michael returned to her bed, stripped off his clothes and took her as she was bound. He forced himself into her pussy, pumped his hips back and forth, his cock driven deep into her body as she bounced on the bed. But he was not satisfied with just that, while she suffered beneath him, he stuffed his hard cock up her asshole, her screams brought such delight to him. It burned, hurt as her stomach cramped from the fullness of the hard flesh stuffed. I wanted to push her away. But part of me didn’t want to cause a stir. The other part of me simply hungered for her. “Time for me to feed you,” she whispered. Even as I felt like shit, I opened my mouth. She inserted my dick inside her waiting, tentacled vagina. Still floating, she began to curl her hips on me without making the bed move. Finally, what I had desperately longed for since Bree arrived, OctoPussy quietly fed me. As I slurped on her smooth tit, she pushed me deeper into her. I. It caressed the back of my hand. I froze right there.“You can stop this,” I whispered. “You haven't touched her pussy yet. You haven't molested your little sister. Not too late.”My hand moved higher. My finger pressed through the soft curls and found her skin. She was so warm. I slid across her vulva, brushing her tight slit. I ran up it, pressing into her labia, feeling the heat grow as I touched her virgin nethers.It was wonderful. It was like all my dreams. It was—She snorted in her sleep.