It was my practice. Thatnight was busy one. During it Nisha went and fetched my Dildos. Soon I found myasshole again playing host to one. But my duty ...as to serve these bitches whenhaving my ass stuffed. It was hell. When all were satisfiedand wanted no more. They spent some time slapping my sore body and seepain and fear spring in my tear filled eyes. Then I was back to 2 /4.My mind was dead with fatigue. Icould think no more. My asshole was hurting my throat was sore.? Had drank more than5. I loved pleasuring him. I loved being... Talk, I suddenly told myself. Talk to him - it’ll help him get off.“I love being your little pleasure slut,” I said, barely even listening to the words sat they tumbled out of my mouth. “God, I fucking love the feeling of your cock in my hands ... I wish I could do this all day. I love it, I truly do. It’s so relaxing - it gets me so wet. I’m so turned on - your cock turns your little sister on so much. I love being a slut for my brother. I love being. I was delighted to see her pussy was shaven too.She walked over to me and gave me a passionate kiss, running her hands down my back and grabbed my ass. She then led me over to the bed and had me climb up with her then got on her back. I got on top of her and kissed her neck then slowly kissed a trail down her body to her nipples then sucked each one in turn until they were hard then slowly kissed my way down her body. I teased a little, kissing her inner thigh getting closer and closer to. Even after sex he'd behaved as if he had to touch her, his hands gentle, a soft caress of her shoulder, her arm, and, eliciting a giggle, her butt. He washed her, too! It wasn't sexual at all. It was more like Seb was adoring her, no groping, just soapy caresses. And then he'd washed her hair and Gawd, strong fingers had massaged her scalp calming and relaxing her.Keira rolled in bed, facing the window. She could still feel his body when she'd washed him, his hard abs, sleek muscles, his firm.