I was shocked as I did not realize that I had raped Karen, I loved K as a sister but I had made her my whore.K plotted and said she would call her fri...nd and she could stay the night on Friday and the Jason could ìdo the deedî and Marg was lame with alcohol so a few wine coolers and sheíd spread her thighs for anyone. As K laughed I realized I had raped my own sister, she did not give me consent for sex and I took over and over but now she loved it and loved me. I think her. Ye mera dalaal hai aur iska naam Kishore hai.”Me- “Achha.”Sunaina- “Aao main tum logon ko isse mila deti hun. Taaki usse bhi toh pata chala ki woh kitni maal auraton ke liye grahak laa raha hai.”Kishore seemed like a man who belonged in his 60s.Sunaina- “Kishore ji. Inse miliye. Ye hain Ragini aur Sanjana. Jinke liye aapko grahak dhoondhne ko bola tha.”Kishore- “Haan yaad hai. Dikhne mein toh mast hain yeh dono randiyaan. Kahaan se dhoondh ke laayi hai inhein?”Mom and I looked at each other. She could have gone to thepolice! As it is you've got off lightly - you've acquired a femininename, which I think suits you, you've worn her bra and knickers all day,which can't have been much of a hardship, and you've received six strokesof the crop. Do you think you've got off lightly, Joanna?" "I think I've learnt my lesson, Miss," I replied, uncertain as to howbest to reply. "That wasn't what I asked. Answer the question, Joanna," insisted MissSmith, in a tone that left me in no doubt that. Then I faced my wife. My fingers trembled as I got her out ofher top and then the bra. Her shapely breasts sprang free and my heartjumped. I have always been intoxicated by her bust. She had me touchthem, play with her nipples, and then suck them. That was something Ihad always enjoyed, but now it just added to my flustered state. Myballs continued to hurt. My sitter still burned. She laughed at me andmade me kneel to remove her skirt. I got rid of that, folding it neatlyand setting.