She was greeted by Martin who was expecting her.“I am sorry. Are you….”“My name is Martin. I suppose you want to talk to me about your son?”...��No, I would like to talk to your parents. Were you that person who answered my call a few minutes ago?”“Well, both of my parents are dead and I am living in this huge mansion all by myself with a few helpers and my butler.”“Oh, I am sorry to hear that.” Mrs. Jones said, in a sympathetic tone.“Would you like to come in.” Martin said as he stood aside to. He was going to give his slut sister the sexual workout of her life, just for the sheer hell of it. It wouldn't hurt her, she would undoubtedly enjoy it once she got used to it. And he was certainly going to get his pleasure out of it!Dildo, extra large. Vibrator. They'd be for later when he's a little worn out; put her to work and let her fuck herself while he rested up. He'll just have to make sure she was in the right, excitable, submissive mood for that. Butt plug. Nipple clips. . However, my blouse was fully buttoned and I wore a bra. I wasn’t ready to let my nipples show, particularly since they were already little nubs. I waited a couple of hours until about 3:30 in the afternoon. My rationalisation was that school would be out but, to be honest, I wasn’t sure I could go through with even a walk. Finally, I got the courage to drive to a mall a few suburbs away.Parking the car I walked into the mall. I felt everybody could sense I wasn’t wearing panties. My pussy. I was teasing his rim as I glided my fingers over it to fondle his balls. I ran a hand down her panties feeling the wetness leaking through. I rubbed her mound through her wet panties. Her legs spread allowing me to probe deeper and lower. I moved my other hand down taking her panties down. I slipped away leading him on a little chase. I teased him saying, “You need to work for your dessert.” I chased her to the couch where I pulled her panties off and pushed her down. I reached for her clit.