She snatched them up from the floor and brandished them under my nose, laughing. I imagined what the face of someone who was not dying from embarrassm...nt looked like, then tried to pull the same face. She stretched them out in front of me, admiring them.“Well, I was right, these are absolutely gorgeous! Very small as well, I imagine that whoever was supposed to take these off tonight – before you met me – was going to be a very lucky boy indeed!” Quickly, she slipped out of her pearl thong and. At this, I shuffle over and kiss the loafers of our guest. I am not able to see their face as the collar that I have on is keeping my head bent forward in a submissive posture. There are no words exchanged as I crawl out of the room and add the required items to the table. Within a few minutes I have finished the table and am required to attend my Lady in the living room. When She is home I am not allowed to walk upright but have to crawl on my hands and knees like a dog. This posture still. "Well, at least you dressed smartly," she chuckled. "Not your usual casual rags." I didn't want her to be seeing a teenager ... so to speak," I said with a grin.Mum just nodded and smiled, I'd chosen a shirt, put on a tie and even wore some canvas trousers rather than my usual T-shirt and tracky bottoms. The reason? Well I wanted to look a little like Dan as I'm pretty sure, as was Mum, that Dan had been sexually active with Barbara, at least until Ben came on the scene.We said our byes to Dad. She handed me the beer and I watched her sitting before me with her long legs spread. When she bent down, I saw her big tits stare at me. My sister did not feel any shame in talking dirty before me. She smiled when my eyes popped wide at her cleavage. She, pulled her top further down to reveal her milk white bosom. “What are you looking at Bhai, are you watching your didi’s tits, you filthy bastard? In our society, you are supposed to be my protector and not a watcher bhaiya. Not that I mind. I.