She was anyone's dream slave and right now, that dream slave belonged to her brother, Jeff."So, how should I punish you, slave? Perhaps a clothespin o... your clit?"Stephanie screamed NO through her gag.Jeff knelt down and ran a clothespin over his sister's sex slick lips, nudging it at her pearl."You don't want this on your clit, do you, slave?"The young blonde nodded. Stephanie could just imagine the shear agony that that device would inflict upon her. She would do whatever the stranger wanted. I assumed she was headed to the bathroom, and I stood around in the kitchen, thinking I'd just check she was all right before I left. I fell into an armchair and waited. It didn't take long for her to return, and sure enough she'd been to the bathroom, but had also taken the opportunity to lose the annoying skirt. Now was just wearing the black t-shirt and the matching panties I'd seen outside.She just giggled at my stare, and padded over to the fridge, intending to ensure sobriety was left. He nearly pulled right out but managed to keep his cock just in as he gave an almighty thrust forward and the knot shot in at the same time he came in buckets. And I came, too. Big. Huge. My hands came off the grips and I rung them and screwed them together like a mad woman having a fit.It was so gloriously intense. I came big, so did the dog. His cum was sizzling with heat and spice and all things nice. And I didn’t want it to end. So I gripped the cock with my muscles. This must have. I just hope that this is something that you can live with as its non-negotiable for me. I've said my piece, so it's your turn." Oh, Rob, I'm so sorry about your home life. I never knew. You must have been really hurt when your biological mother turned into such a bad person. Did you know her long?" I never really knew her; I was barely two when she left. I did see her when I was five, but to me, Helen is my mother and always has been. I met her again when she tried to get custody of me when I.