Pansy loved how Prissy's jugs bounced as she walked. She was amazed athow her sister just knew exactly how to move in order to maximizing thejiggling ...f her boobies. Boing! Boing! Boing! Each step caused them thedance about in an obscene display. They must be a magnet for cocks, Pansythought. If Pansy had torpedo tits like that she'd be able to make somany more men cum, and that's all that mattered, right?As she pranced besides her older sister, feeling so proud to be a totalsissy faggot made. My heart raced as I looked at it. I'd dropped my backpack on it Friday after school, where it had sat ever since. It was another possible clue. Not thinking to answer her, my eyes darted across the room, trying to see anything else that could give us away. The bowtie Abby had made me where the day before was sitting out on my computer desk. The computer itself had lots of porn, including some pages that linked to brother/sister incest porn. Abby's pair of shorts she wore for pajamas laid on the. He would replace it. He stood back looking at the young body in front of him. In all ways she was perfect, her ass was tight and white, her breasts high and firm, and her waist could be spanned with his hands. Tammy whimpered as her blouse was cut off, she wondered what she hadgotten herself into. Everything in her told her she had to get away, but she was trapped. She felt him move away again, it be almost like her sense of hearing was super tuned. She wondered if he was going to leave her. Her life, over the past weeks and months, had gone from unfocused and out of control to in focus and in control. The more she obeyed, the greater the rewards. The more she resisted, the greater the punishment. The place of her confinement had become her sanctuary. Within its walls, she knew exactly what was expected of her. She had even begun to enjoy, really enjoy, the sexual aspects of her confinement. Oral, anal, vaginal, it didn't matter to her, she simply craved what she thought of as "the.