“Faster, slut. Or your punishment will be much worse.”I nod and spread my legs further apart, so my cunt and the vibrator are on full display. The...dress bunches up at my waist.“Good slut,” you say, patting my head like a puppy.“Thank you, Sir," I whisper, afraid the driver will hear.“What’s that, slut?” you ask loudly. “Louder.”“Thank you, Sir,” I say shakily but louder.“I’m sure we will find a way for you to thank me at home, pig,” you say as you spit on my face.I start to raise my hand to. "No, you started it, confusing the boys by telling them Kelly was myniece." Sister. Whatever." He lay back against the couch, watching Barbie getdressed in silky green pajamas he had bought for her in Las Vegas. " Ihonestly thought she was a girl." Well, she isn't--he isn't, dammit!" You mad at me?" No, I'm just annoyed that you've got me doing it." She buttoned up thelast of the tiny pearly buttons on the pajama top."Sorry," said Harold."No, you're not," she said and plopped herself into his. By now she was already pretty excited from sucking grandfathers cock and from the oral and manual stimulation I had given her, and she wanted that good feeling, so she said yes, she would try it. Grandfather was all ready for me to fuck her right away, but I wanted to taste a bit more of her pussy first. I had kissed quite a bit of pussy over the last year, but Robins pussy somehow tasted sweeter to me, and excited me so much more, probably because we were first cousins and I knew it was. For in the eyes of Peter Harris, Sean was a clever and resourceful dominant young man, one easily able to charm his way between the legs of any woman and Peter had reliable reports Sean Brady had taken his loss on the chin and buckled down to get on with what remained of his business.And so Peter looked forward to the day he would invite Sean into the inner sanctum of his own fetish businesses, especially so if the young man pulled of the coup of enslaving and adding a certain Mrs Karen Turner.