She was wearing purple track pants and a white t-shirt that was so tight and soaked with sweat that it was basically invisible. She had a purple sport...bra on underneath her shirt, and her purple track jacket sat in the corner near her duffle bag. “What do you skinny bitches want?” she said.I felt like I should have something to say. “Shut up, Becky!” I yelled.It wasn’t a great comeback, but seeing her in purple pants and a white shirt reminded me a little too much of my dream, where she was the. She put a ball-gag in his mouth that she tied behind his head. At that point Janet felt an internal sensation of power radiate through her. Her husband was at her mercy and she liked the feeling of power she held over him. She whipped him like his Mistress had once done, maybe even a little harder. He was tough and she wanted to see him flinch, but he didnt. Theyd agreed in advance after she disciplined him shed shut the patio door and leave him chained outside, naked. Shed go inside and watch. Her slender legs were wrapped tight around her Daddys hips, pulling him in to her. He pulled back and his cock reappeared from the sheath of her cunt stained in virgin blood. She slid her fingers down between them to touch the union of father and daughter and in her mind she thought of her own father and how she had secretly longed for him. She thought of her sister and her first taste of incest. And she thought of the slut she had always wanted to be in her most depraved dreams and knew that. "I finished the toast and coffee, wondering about Annette, was she a closet lesbian, or did she just like looking at young girls' boobs. Whatever, I shook my head and got up, I had a quick wash and cleaned my teeth with Gary's toothbrush, we'd shared enough stuff for me not to worry about using his toothbrush. I dressed in yesterday's clothes and went downstairs, Gary was sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of muesli and glass of orange, I put the tray down and the dishes in the sink."Hey Gary,.