"W-what?" He replied sheepishly."I said, do you fancy me?" I looked at him, seeing fear in his young inexperienced eyes."M-maybe I do..." He answered,...his lip trembling."What do you mean 'maybe'?" I sternly asked, "Do you think I'm attractive or not?" I swished my golden hair with my hand, trying to pose like a model."Y-yeah ok, I-I do..." His voice cracked a little and he gulped, he was clearly scared by my beauty, and even more so knowing he's in a very helpless prediciment."Oh yeah?" I. Just as quickly, he broke free of her grip and knelt over her, pumping and aiming his glazed, reddened cock. “I think my whore needs her cum,” he said, and before she could speak, a narrow ribbon of his hot semen spurted over her belly and between her flattened breasts. Her skin, still extremely sensitive, tingled from the feel of his cum, and she continued to watch him jacking his erection and decorating her sweat-gleaming stomach with the spray of his warm, cloudy load. A fist of incredible. Yolanda pointedly ignored such rudeness; thrust her shoulders back, held her head up high and delivered the tale with all the dignity she could muster. However, even though she was lit only by starlight, it was obvious that her face reddened and her wings quivered with fury. No sooner had she finished than she spun round, turned her nose upwards as if a bad smell had assailed it and fluttered off in search of a drink of honeydew.The laughter at her retreat was uproarious and I glanced around. I started to sit up but Uncle slapped me again and gave a quick shove against my shoulder so that I flopped back down again.He jumped on top of me and straddled my waist and said, "Not yet sister!"He gave me one final slap to ensure that I understood. He rolled to one side, then off the bed. He grabbed my wrists and stretched my arms above my head, taking the puppets place. So there I lay, legs held wide open and arms above my head waiting for the puppet to take his turn at their new white.