You'd thought everything was great right up until you got the email.He was threatening to expose you to everyone you know and work with unless you did...what he wanted. He demanded you be on a particular corner on a particular night, and he insisted you leave your panties at home.You told yourself your husband didn't need to know. He would be humiliated, and angry, and....you could just take care of this yourself. It doesn't need to be a big deal. You told yourself that was why you wore the short. Her hair was a sticky, sweaty mat, piling on the back of her neck and itching. Agony poured through her light frame as each trudging step seemed to drive the straps of the pack deeper into her shoulders."It would help, slut, if you stopped struggling and realized that this little hike is part of your scene." Yes, Sir," she managed between labored breaths. "Thank you, Sir."He punctuated his point with another sharp swipe of the whip, and she thought about how much she loved that sting as the mix. She also noticed that I hadn't started fucking her yet. "Please, Daddy," she begged some more, pushing her ass back against me. "Fuck my pussy, fuck me, use my little pussy, please I'm such a little slut Daddy please use my cunt, fuck me like a little whore!" she whimpered.I was shocked to hear my sister, my defiant and confident little sister, begging to be used like that. I don't know if the defiance was just an act to cover up some aching need inside her, some deep desire to be loved or. I had to brake my shyness and take control of my dastany and become the master mom and my sister's wanted.Mom told me that shiri and her have talk about me and she will be here next week and she and shelly would be here for my use.I asked mom what she meant my use, she told me that all I had to do was take shiri make her my slave she would fold if I took her by force, and that shelly was come of age to learn to be a submissive.And it was my right to be master of the harem, she told me that.