My nipples hardened at the thought of all those pairs of eyes on me. Mistress stopped suddenly behind me on her third walk around. I had passed her ex...ection. ‘Pick up the chair, slut.’ she growled, the bull whip striking my nylon-covered thigh, ripping the brand new stockings and effectively reddening the soft flesh beneath it. I did not make any noise or flinch, instead purring, ‘Thank you Mistress, may I please have another?’ ‘Not yet, whore. Follow my command,’ the sharp edge in her voice. Who else knew him and his business interests inside out? Who else had proven themselves to be so trustworthy and faithful over such a long period? Who else watched his back at all times? And who else fucked him with such abandon whenever he crooked his little finger? It had been so romantic the way he’d flown her by private jet to Monte Carlo the morning after her Miss Universe success. She’d anticipated staying in one of the principalities top hotels but it turned out he had his own private. I cried out “Bbbhaaiii ….. no-not so hard…. aaaaaaah”, but I didn’t want to call him bhai .But somehow it felt right to me and to him because he started pounding harder. And here I say pounding because he was doing it loud… nothing makes good sound like wet flesh on flesh. That is when I realized that he actually wanted me and not just my female parts . He wanted his sister to love but love unconventionally and what the society would call unwanted was what he and in time I desired.When he came. Her mascara was smeared and got mixed with make up on her cheeks. She was wearing simply ornaments, nothing else on her body. I mean it. She was complete neket except ornament. I kissed on her lips and whispered on her ear as ….chachi…hei meena darling ….get up now…your stud is ready to show you a new world from today. She opened her sexy eyes and kissed me on my lips and hugged tightly. I asked her…did u enjoy last night?…. to which she replied that….this is just the beginning and satisfying.