So he must have hired some Rita Hayworth look a like dominatrix, I though – great. She gently removed my blindfold, and I was immediately stunned by...her beauty, and indeed her resemblance to Rita Hayworth. Her beautiful curly long red hair draped over her shoulders, she was wearing a silky red corset, which held up the black stockings on her beautiful pale long legs. I pleaded to her with my eyes, but she just gave me a foxy smile in return.?I hear you’ve been an ungrateful little slut for your. She stood and began to remove her corset. Her breasts fell free of the material and I could see the imprints in her skin where the bones of the corset had been tight. I longed to touch the red ridges, to run my fingers over them, kiss them, lick them. She reached down and slowly undid each of the clips around her stockings. Pulling down the skirt she was now only wearing her socks and a tiny thong. I was wet. She slowly slipped onto the bed and placing a hand on my chest she pushed me down.. It hasn’t gotten to an unbearable point in the last 13 years, although since the start of my senior year in high school she has been a bit worse than usual. First, let me explain my mother. She has always been a very self absorbed woman. She comes from money and has never done without. You could also says she’s the sort who knows she’s beautiful and talented, and easily looks down on those beneath her. She likes nothing more than to take my older sister, Corinne, out to the best mall and go. “Admiring that extremely sexy butt?” my sister whispered.“Squirt, if there’s an unattached girl more off limits than Fawn Barton, I don’t know who it might be!”“She’s a total sex bomb, big brother. That hair? Those lips? That body? It would be like you died and went to heaven!”“Because I WOULD die, and I’d probably end up in hell for corrupting that sweet young girl who is the daughter of my wife’s mentor!”“Penny’s right,” my sister teased. “You’re getting boring in your old age!”“Old age? I’m.