Much of the day was spent in routine kitchen work; cleaning, cooking and putting out the food for the meals. When I arrived back in the kitchen after ...elivering flatbread to the staff dining room, Georgina was roundly berating one poor slave girl. It appeared that she had mistakenly put two tablespoons of spice in the soup instead of two teaspoons and had ruined the whole pan full. The young girl, probably no more than thirteen years old, was sobbing and pleading that's how much she'd been told. Furthermore, he knew he reached a milestone in his ultimate goal of fucking his sister, and if sucking his cum from her fingers allowed him to continue, he was willing to do that. Besides, he had never considered it before, but now that he did, he realized it wasn’t all that bad and thought he might be able to try it again later if he ever masturbated alone in the future. Maybe he’d try to catch it in his palm or shoot into a cup and put it on his tongue to savor before he swallowed. But for. He said that I was to just be very quiet and Charlie wouldn't know I was here. I was very nervous but Joe started stroking my cock again and I relaxed. We just lay there jacking each other off. The only noise was the hand vibrator buzzing. Joe started to cum all over my hand and all of a sudden a voice said "Dad are you sleeping?" As the bedroom door opened.Charlie walked in and still talking to his dad. He stopped when he saw us naked on the bed. Joe's cum all over my hand, the vibrating. Soon, another finger follows. I moan as you gain confidence and begin to finger me harder. Your motion is still slow and I close my eyes savouring the tenderness of your fingers inside me. We are no longer kissing, you are staring intently at what you are doing. No, this night is about you. We are here for your pleasure, and from that I can get mine. I put a hand on your wrist and stop you. I pull your fingers out of me and seductively lick my juices from them. I rest my hand flat against your.