Next you graze the tops of my breast with it and ask, “You like showing off your breasts don’t you?”“I guess,” I begin to say and you bring ...he crop down in a stinging slap across the top of my left breast.“The truth, slave,” you growl.I swallow hard and said, “Yes Master, I love for men to look at my breasts.”You smile at me and caress my chest some more, dipping into my ample cleavage. Teasing you bring it up to caress my shoulders and neck, then finally my lips. I stick my tongue out to give. If it were not for the fact that she was already over the age red-line for marriage, and had no other alternate options to keep the horror of life as an “old maid” from her status, she would have cancelled the contract and depended on her family to support her for the remainder of her life on earth.In any event, she was prepared to go to the marriage bed with his sins buried deeply inside her brain and with a willing enthusiastic cunt for his pleasure as he so desired. She also found that she. He was in single sleeve, little black dress designed to turn heads withits unique shape, abstract cut outs and body hugging appearance. He hadseen his sister in this suggestive dress only once about six monthsearlier when she was out clubbing with a boy she was crushing on, so heknew he had picked something that should serve the purpose. He could seesome stray eyes checking him out in the reflection of the club'sexterior shiny black granite wall as he moved up in line, knowing ifhe'd put. Mah sister don’t screw me reguler any more like a good sister ought to. Ever since she started seein that edjakated city boy she’s doin things differnt.Fer an instance, she don’t always want to lay there nice and still-like whilst Ah push mah pecker in and out. Or git on all fours like a good ole cow. No siree! She wants to be on top and do the movin. Now that ain’t lady-like.Even more upsettin is how she’s a likin pee. When we wuz little we used to watch each other piss in the washtub or in.