I know my stepdad keeps me very busy, so I have no chance to sleep with him. But, it’s my goal for this summer. I’ll be having sex with my stepbro...her just as soon as I can figure it all out. I just think he’s so hot and I really do want to be with him. I finger fucked myself with all these nasty thoughts of fucking my stepbrother. I played with my tits and imagined him licking my bald cunt. In my fantasy, as I came on my stepbrother’s tongue, I had my own orgasm in the tub. It was very hot. . He told me to wash out one of the stalls, because there was lots of mud on the ground. I walked around him but as I passed, he grabbed my ass. I jumped up, stunned. My face grew flush and tears formed in my eyes. I turned around and saw him smirk at me. I didn't say anything, just stared at him. This only angered him. He looked at me and out of know where, he slapped my face. My legs were weak and I fell into a wall. I was crying but tried to wipe away my tears. I looked questioning at him. Mr.. Good girl, said Master. Youre right, Mistress, she is a willing little slut. When he tightened the clamps further, the pain become nearly unbearable and I did squirm noticeably. A powerful palm smack on my tender, abused pussy by Mistress refocused my attention on trying to remain still. Dont squirm unless you want your wings damaged, she told me and pulled the chain, stretching them to improbable limits. Then Master joined in, pulling on his chain to abuse my nipples to a degree they had never. I served for 7 years and went on 2 tours of duty, one in Iraq and 1 in Afghanistan. I was medically separated in 2012 after our convoy was hit with an IED, killing 3 of my friends and injuring me with shrapnel through my right arm. I had what the doctors called a mild case of PTSD which brought the occasional flashback as well as reactions to sudden loud noises.Shaking myself from the dark memories of the past, I finished my beer, paid my tab and headed for the door. Carl was waiting outside by.