What a hot sight--her head was down, her long hair hiding her face, the long strands swaying in perfect time to her breasts as Casey fucked her, his h...nds on her wide hips, pulling her into each hard "in and up" pounding of his cock. I couldn't hear if his balls were slapping against her cheeks but I suppose they were. I went to the lane and as I pissed I got so excited thinking about Suzanne being fucked by another man with me not in the room. I thought about how she was down on all fours, her. During the evening times Sarah and I like to walk around in our underwear after a hard day at work. This was our way to unwind, at first I thought that it would be a problem walking around the house like that with her baby sister in the house. But she told me that it was my house and I needed to feel comfortable regardless of who was around. The first day with her sister being at our house Sarah wore these pink panties that drove me crazy. While she cooked dinner I couldn’t help but to past by. She gets up remaining on all fours. I lead her over to classy wooden stocks and clamp her in. Sliding a sybian under her she starts to get wet. Standing in front of her I slide my pants off revealing a nice big bulge. She doesn't look up though, she knows better. I ask her, "have you been a good pet for daddy?" She nods like a good pet. I ask her, "do you want to see daddy?" She nods several times, very eager. I ask, "when you look at daddy do you get wet?" She nods more. "Look up my. Then there was the collar around her neck. It felt like a thin metal and fit snugly, but not so that it threatened to impede breathing. The fear of the unknown led her to think of the sensation as fingers at her throat. Then came memory. She was in the markets in the south quarter of the city shopping for some odds and ends for the house. Good deals could be had and Mistress had an affection for the handmade quilts from the merchants there. The now-captive had arranged for delivery of several.