Merchants hawked their wares and haggled with each other. The smells of unwashed bodies mixed with fresh breads and cooked meats. They ignored most of...the people trying to push bargains on them, stopping to purchase a pair of savory curry pies before pushing through the throng to a large colorful tent on the edge of the market grounds.“Sterling! My friend, come in!” a heavyset man with a full dark beard boomed as they ducked inside. The tent was full of lightweight tables covered in clothing,. Fran pulled the back of her skirt up when she sat at her make up table and allowed her wet cunt to rest directly on the cold wood chair. The coolness felt good on her warm pussy. After finishing her make up Fran waited impatiently for her brother. She had been instructed not to leave her room until he came to inspect her.Dave walked into his sister's room and sat on the edge of her bed. The same bed in which he had raped her three days before, starting her journey into sexual slavery. Fran. .my nipples harden and become very very sensitive…..softly I whisper his name as my fingers begin to circle my juicy clit…. ‘Baby ‘……gently I lick my lips as I lift my my right breast and kiss my nipple…. What is it about this man….I kiss my nipple ever so gently remembering how his lips felt…… I run my tongue over it at the same time my finger goes over my clit inhaling deeply the scent that is him…… What is it about this man…. Mmmmmmm…..why can’t I answer this question…..i begin to roll my. . a... Mother...” She nodded. “I’d... Like.. to... y’know.” “A Mother You’d Like to... to what? Oh.” She realized what it was. There was an awkward silence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” I said apologetically. “I just blurted it out.” “Ya...” “I’ve just always had a huge crush on you and think you’re so pretty...” I said. I was trying to make it better, but things were just getting worse. After a while Suzanne spoke. “I’m sorry, it’s just your so young. It’s weird coming from someone who is.