I opened the door to my basement and started walking down the stairs to the dungeon I built for my 32 year old sister/sexslave. I was followed by fift... men who had each paid me fifteen thousand dollars to take turns fucking my sister/sexslave emily in her mouth, asshole and cunt. As soon as we entered her jail cell we woke her up with a bucket of cold water and started hazing and insulting her. I walked up to her and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her knees and said ?you ready to. ’ I sat at the kitchen table. She sat in the chair nearest me, turned it to face me, and crossed her legs, right over left. They were great legs. ‘So, tell me all about yourself.’ She leaned forward to pour the lemonade into Waterford glasses, with the pleasant side-effect of giving me an excellent view of her cloth-encased breasts above her flat and narrow stomach. She asked, so I told her. Salutatorian of my high school class and President of the Student Council. Bachelor of Arts in. In her hands she held a tube ... of lube. The expression on her face? Pure, unadulterated lust.I reached hesitantly for the lube and, as soon as she felt the weight of it leave her upturned palms, she flipped around, putting her shoulders all the way to the floor and her ass in the air. The right side of her face was pressed against the floor and she was watching me. She reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks wide.“Lucy?”“Claim me.” she growled, her voice unlike anything I have. Sales were fine, my future father in law and I got along almost as father and son. I saw Jen every day, and we were actually talking about moving in together. It was one of those things I wasn’t quite sure about yet and wasn’t sure how her father might react. He was even more old school than I was. Our lives went on during the wedding planning stages. My parents liked Jen and thought we would make a nice couple. At times I did have to wonder if my parents were just saying that because they.