The inside was adorned with fine art and tapestries, the rugs were the finest asian rugs with elegant thread. In the background she heard classical mu...ic playing and the faint sound of ice falling into glass. To her left she saw a giant library, two stories all covered in books. As she continued forward she entered a room with stone walls and wooden braces finely placed. Lamps on the wall lightly lit the room and to her right, her new master.The Kinch, as she called herself, was covered from. The responses my body was having to my anal manipulations was unbelievable! I had no idea it would feel this good! I rammed that digit in to my opening in counter cadence to the fucking I was giving my hand. as my hand moved up my rod my finger would push into my pucker. When my hand was on the down stroke my finger would make its way out of my little cave. Like a depraved seesaw. One pistioning in while one pulled out. I was in ecstasy! I wanted this to last for ever but my balls had a. I quickly found the one I was looking for, the one from last night. I opened it and saw the last entry. All it said was, “He knows”.Hmm, so my sister knows I know about what she did. I re-locked the phone and put it back where I left it. I went over to my bed and grabbed my short. As I slid my legs in, my sister came in dressed in shorts and a tank top with a towel around her head. She seemed to avoid eye contact with me as she went over and started to pack up her things.I thought about saying. I loved fucking this man. I was hurt and angry at the same time. I’d been trying to deny the reason why I felt the way I did. Any other slut may have saw it as no big deal and would have said let’s have a threesome. I couldn’t because one-I hated my mom and I wouldn’t fuck her if you paid me. Plus, I wanted Mr. Burkle to myself. I glanced over at him. He’d pulled his pants back on and was drinking a glass of lemonade with his back turned to me.“I guess I should go. My mother’s wants me to.