"Smile, and take them off." It only took a moment. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, bent over and slid the slight garment down her legs. It joi...ed the pile of discarded clothing. Then she stood again, motionless, smiling with apparent happiness, and now totally naked. Inside she was screaming with the humiliation of her situation, stood completely naked. The way he looked her up and down felt like the touch of some filthy rag, but her smile didn't waver. "Turn around," he said, and she. From here on out, things could only get nastier.Often, I'd get home - sometimes a bit sweaty, but she didn't seem to mind - and she'd be all ready to be Daddy's fuck toy, just as I had instructed - on all fours and waiting by the door. She would wiggle her little hips and offer Daddy a greeting... often something like "Hi Daddy! I'm ready to be your PIG! Please... give me Daddy-dick!" She was so imaginative. I loved it.The other day she wore a sexy nightie for her me. I rewarded her by ripping. She handed me the cue, looking down at the obvious bulge in my pants and said, "You're up". Moving to the side of the table, I tried to concentrate on my shot, but I couldn't help but watch as she sipped her drink through the straw. Her lips were perfect. Soft, pouty and shiny with lip gloss. I loved lip gloss. It was one of my secret turn-ons. I scratched my next shot and Amber worked the table and me at the same time. Before I knew it, she'd won again and was now facing me, leaning against. We’d both lost ours at the same party, though to different people.“What about you?” she asked as I worked down towards her rump. “The girls haven’t been banging down your door, have they?”“All hiding at home.”“Pity,” she said. “You must be just dying for them.”“Yeah,” I said, wondering where my sister was going with this.Then, to my shock, Renee rolled over. There was a boldness to it, her unknotted top spilling from her breasts. Her breasts quivering. Her nipples thrust up hard and pink from.