’ Pressures rising inside her, she just ignored the voice. Wanting everything, anything that might come from this moment.“Jeez, they are fabulous,...�� Paul murmured, as his fingers strayed from nipple to nipple, and the joy of it had Linda’s juices leaking into her bikini pants. Suddenly desperate for everything at once, Linda groped for his thigh again, but unable to reach it now, she pulled at the chord at the waist of his shorts. Excitingly in tune with her, Paul half stood, and gave a wriggle,. Emily was still wearing her wedding dress as I said those words to her and pulled her hair, spit on her and smacked her in the face. The more she cried, the more violently I fucked and smacked her and pulled her hair. Getting fucked by me like this at least three times a day is currently how my sister Emily is living her life in my basement where I keep her as a sexslave."Open your fucking mouth emily!" I said as I smacked my sister in the face. Emily obeyed and opened her mouth and I thrusted. She looked up at me, expectantly, with a look of love and lust on her face. Her sweet breasts were raised up to me as her bound wrists and arms were pinned under her. I guess it was the idea that I had my wife, this beautiful bound sex slave wife, in this sleazy hotel where whores ply their trade, that I was so turned on. Even the threat to expose her beautifully helpless body to the desk clerk was exciting. I don’t know why I said it, but it was exciting. With no further pause, I. ‘Yes, baby girl. You’re so good. Just apologize nicely and I won’t punish you.’I smiled up at him from my space between his legs on the floor, wanting approval and basking in the praise. My fingers brought his cock out from his jeans, my hands slowly slicking up the the thick hard length of him.Just looking at his cock made me want him inside me, in my mouth, or shoved deep into my pussy.Daddy’s breath came heavier as he watched me through half-closed eyes.Unable to stand it any longer, I sat.