? It was as if it took my sistersat least a few weeks each time to test the boundaries they had set for me. Inever received new instructions in concur...ent weeks, or even months. Only whenI had begun to get used to my new humiliations did they change, either tosomething worse or totally different. By the time I was ready to moveinto my own place just after my nineteenth birthday I was their slave ineverything but name. I made sure their bedrooms were tidy even when mum and dadwere home. Every. Little One collapsed and leaned forward, resting on her knees. She looked around and saw she was still in her bathroom, all of which seemed to be real. She pulled another pad of paper and wiped herself again. Little One washed her hands at the sink and dried them on the towel. Her scent still filled the room. She thought again about Daddy’s cologne. Little One’s finger slipped back inside her panties and dipped inside her wet pussy to bring back a bit of her cream. Little One dabbed her finger. Then I went to my girlfriends room and she was already in only a bra and a panty , and as I was horny I immediately removed her panty , spread her legs and started to suck her juicy lovely cunt and then as usual she sucked my cock and we had a great fuck. After about three to four days one day I got a call from Natasha that her sister wanted me to come to their house and as she could not get the line she had asked Natasha to call. As usual I reached their house at the fixed time and Natasha. ”“I know that now,” she moaned. “I’m sorry I wasted your time.”I blinked.“You didn’t waste my time,” I said.“I didn’t?”“I got my fix on a regular basis. Granted, I’d have acted a lot more masher-like if I’d known you thought I was gay.” I frowned. That hadn’t come out quite right. “I mean I’d have acted more masher-like if I’d known you weren’t a lesbian.” That wasn’t right, either.She laughed and her hand squeezed my knee.“Can I do something I’ve wanted to do a long time?” she asked.“Sure,” I.