Ashton was eighteen when I first met her. She was a cute girl she haddirty blond hair she was about 5ft3 130 pounds. She had a great round assand a sm...ll set of perky little breasts. I found her mildly attractivebut my eyes were only for Jessica. Plus on the sad side of things Ashtondid not really like me. I think at the time she felt that I was a threatto her and her sisters relationship. Ashton had a few problems she wasprone to panic attacks and she was almost obsessive compulsive in. She felt his warm breathe against her neck and closed her eyes, realizing he had bent his face to hers. His hands traveled back up her arms and she felt her heart beat rapidly in response.“I treat a woman like a lady until she tells me otherwise,” he stated, his voice deep against her ear. She swallowed and felt her pussy clench at the thought.“You’ve always treated me well Reece,” she whispered, trying to hold herself straight in his firm grasp.“Would you like to be treated otherwise?” he. After we were finished for the night, we’d be tied up together titty to titty and lay flat on the ground. In the morning, Master would count the money and award us points. My sister isn’t very competitive so she really didn’t care about that, but she did like the fact she was in the lead. We didn’t sleep that much. Master let us take little cat naps but he didn’t want us being lazy. He was trying to push us to be better whores. The adrenalin rush we often got from the spankings and humiliations. Her naked body was so beautiful, her breasts, larger than mine, held my eyes, I found I couldn’t drag my eyes away, I saw her lifting them as she dried around each one, God but they were beautiful.I told myself to move, and I started to turn away, but as I did though, I saw her spread her legs, bending at the same time. I stopped where I was. She was drying between her thighs and up to her pussy. She turned her back to me, then bent and picked up some bits from the floor.I already knew that she.