Her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail as if she had been expecting to be on her knees; her shirt on the floor; her bra pulled up proudly displ...ying her full, round breasts topped with hard nipples. But most of all, her mouth wrapped around, and sucking firmly on his cock. It was all too much and he began to feel the familiar sensations that he knew meant he was about to cum. “Lucia,” he gasped, “I’m going… about to…” Lucia might have found his concern and warning cute, and a bit. Dave walked into his sister's room and sat on the edge of her bed. The same bed in which he had raped her three days before, starting her journey into sexual slavery. Fran submissively walked over to her brother and stood in front of him with her legs spread. Dave lifted the front of her skirt and examined her to insure himself that she was following his instructions. Dave pinched and pulled on her clitoris until it attained it's fully engorged one half inch size then he slipped a small elastic. She stood before me defiantly confident indicating I was equally responsible.She proclaimed he knew exactly when and where to touch her, and her willing enthusiastic response was amplified when she absorbed the visual contrast of his dark skin, and even more pronounced when the head of his penis crested deliciously in the virgin territory of her vagina that only he has exclusively traveled in. She claimed both her mind and body felt electric as she comprehended the ramifications of what she was. Mulatto, maybe? Could be. A tad american Indian? Could be. Black? Asian? How about Eskimo? Could be all of them. No one knew and he wasn't telling. And a shit-eating grin isn't too much help, is it?His age? He had that taut kind of skin that could fool you and make you believe he was either in his mid-forties or somewhere over the line of sixty. With many folks guessing at just about every other age in between.Where did he hail from, this Dicker Man? Fuggedaboudit!Oh, sure, the cops tried. Even.