“Ahhh…” Marcy let out a soft sigh.I continued to drop both my pants and my boxers as I positioned myself behind my step-sister. My stiff cock w...s at full attention awaiting it’s latest adventure. I stroked the tip through her wet folds and then slowly eased my length into my step-sister as she lay bent over the pillows. I gave her a playful slap on the butt and then pushed all the way in.“Hmmm…” She once again sighed.As I began to stroke, I reached around and began to massage her button as I. In this flick, she called herself Myra and she carried a whip in her hand. Anita would be first. Myra’s voice was crisp and authoritative. “Tie anita down properly and make sure her legs are way back and wide apart! This little bitch Is going to learn how to service a huge piece of black meat!” Anita was a little Hispanic twelve year old with brown skin and long black hair. She was totally naked and she lay on a large exercise mat on the floor. Her wrists were already secured to. To be honest, Michael really stepped up his game over these past few days, and the bonus was in those times we were apart when there would bouquets that would show up at my door without warning and love poems that pinged at random in my inbox. If I was having a bad day, Michael was always a phone call away as my sounding board. If there was happy news to share on his end, I was usually the first to hear about it. Either way, I couldn’t have either man the way I really wanted. I couldn’t get. The next thing that was said brought it all home for me. How Iresponded was probably the most telling thing about how far Grace hadbrought me along, without any serious opposition from me.Grace spoke directly to me. "Sissy," she said. "Would you please be sokind as to provide your, ah, 'special service' to my guest?"I looked at her in desperate fear, my eyes pleading with her not to makeme do what I knew she was asking me to do."Don't worry," she said, as if she misread the true reason for.