" Special?" I said."Well, yeah," he said. "She's—well—she's my sister." All of a sudden I was losing interest fast. He saw my face fall and reacte...."No, no. She's a princess, really," he said, "and very pretty." But? I hear a 'but' in there some place," I said. He looked away, looked back, and his demeanor morphed from almost desperate to determined. I was reintrigued"Man, Roger, well—she's a prostitute. But! She'd give it up, the lifestyle that is, for the right guy," he said. I was suddenly. It was Petra but she had Natasha with her. I hobbled into the front room and was greeted with another scorcher of a kiss from Petra. Natasha’s wasn’t far behind in temperature either. I loved this new greeting but I still hadn’t got used to it. The giggle from the pair confirmed that I looked as embarrassed as I felt.‘Get used to it,’ Petra told me.‘I don’t think that will be such a hard task.’ I answered. A quick thought came. Petra was no longer subservient to her cousin, at least around me.. We got ourselves together and walked into the kitchen and I heard a woman talking on the phone. He began to tell her to come and meet his friend. I was embarrassed that I had gotten fucked while someone was home so I kept my eyes down. She walked into the kitchen and gave me a look. I glanced at her quickly. "Your coat is so cute." She said it with anger in her voice and walked away. He looked at me and I looked at him and he shrugged.Later that nite my sexy BBW txt me as usual. She asked how. “Her cunt’s had enough,” my husband tells him, still slowly baton-fucking my dirty hole, “but she hasn’t swallowed anything tonight. Go fuck her face and fill her throat with your load.” I hear the cuffs drop to the floor, and this time, the kid is much less hesitant. He approaches me, stopping first to rub the head of his cock on my huge, stiff nipple a few times. Then he jumps right atop my chest, straddles my shoulders, leans his dick into my mouth, and proceeds to fuck my face as he was.