"Good boy," she said. "Now strip." I quickly removed all of my clothing and remained kneeling in front of my sister. She couldn't help but notice my r...ging hard-on. "I knew it, Brian, I knew you'd love this," she whispered, as she reached down to stroke my cock. Straightening, she fastened the leather collar tightly around my neck. "Yeah, you're my bitch now, aren't you little b*o?" she whispered. Apparently I didn't answer quickly enough to satisfy her, because she reached down and squeezed my. “Don’t worry, Tracy knows, she just didn’t want to watch. I haven’t had sex in a long time.” Rachael was now stood in front of me, her hands had started to undo her buttons. “ my husband has prostate problems, and even when he does get it up, it’s a poor imitation of a hard cock” Rachael had undone all the buttons on her nightshirt, and her hands were sliding up and down her thighs, lifting the shirt, I could see the top of her thighs, they looked toned and tanned.I caught a brief glimpse of. ***** Chapter 1 Arthur Petitjean wanted to groan, not so much from the pain in his mouth, but from the boring topic of conversation Dr. LeMoine droned on and on about as he drilled on Arthur’s tooth. That was the problem with Dr. LeMoine. The man was a good and thorough dentist and seemed to be a very compassionate man to all his patients. But the problem was, the man was about as exciting as Luke-warm tapioca pudding. And the man assumed, just because he was an egg head, everyone was an egg. Of course in order for me to feel relaxed, dad encouraged me to drink alcohol, so a good dollop of alcohol, a viewing of dads collection of porn, which we watched naked together, some stroking, then bed.One night I asked dad when he was going to invite his friends over, he looked at me as I lolled on the couch, 'My little girl is growing up', I laughed, dad knew exactly what I was thinking, 'Time for cock sweetheart', my heart skipped a beat as he watched me masturbating, 'Go on baby let it.