”I couldn’t help but lean forward.“I...”She started ... I dunno, shaking, almost. Vibrating slightly, like she was waging an internal war with...herself. Finally, one side won, and she answered in her familiar monotone.“I play with myself.”Without even meaning to, I threw one arm up in celebration. All my hours of planning, of running through scenarios, of planting dreams ... it was all coming together. My sister had gone from being disgusted by the very notion of incest to actually playing with. Iwalked like a girl, talked like a girl, danced like a girl, couldreapply makeup like a girl and even knew how to go to the toilet like agirl. Through conversation I learned that Sophie designed and madeclothes for a living and made massive contributions to charity.It was 11 o clock when I realised something disturbing. I called Jessicaover to a quiet corner of the bar."Jess, there's something wrong." Apart from you being a girl you mean?" she said jokingly."Seriously Jess. Listen, it's like, I. Breathing sharp, hot and seamy body before me, I know he’s not got long before it hits. I keep my pussy tight, I rub my hands down his back, I kiss his neck and I rock with each trust.Finally I hear the tell tell strangled sound of ‘ahh-‘ and feel more hot cum enter me. He’s pushed as far forward as he can, ensuring every drop is kept inside me. It feels good and when the cop pulls out his cock, I want to cover it to ensure nothing leaks. He slips out and stands, his lovely member only a little. Melora had one day off a week. She would go into town for shopping sometimes. She had made friends with another pleasure slave girl owned by one of my neighbours, and they would take their days off together sometimes and go for lunch somewhere.Melora had a monthly allowance from me, but I would often give her some extra money for her day off, which she appreciated. She had bought a small comms device and would talk with her friend on it sometimes in the evenings.However one day, a few months.