It was a fresh reminder to me that her butt belonged to me. By her own consent, it was mine, my property, to use as I deemed fit. Jess wasn’t just m... stepsister and my lover. She was also my butt-slut, my cum whore, and my personal plaything. She made that abundantly clear to me by now. My sister was my slut, plain and simple. Every part of her was mine and we both knew it. Hell, I also loved her for it.“Baby, you know that I love you ... and right now, I love you several inches deep!” I told. If you want any help regarding the project she will help you…. Much to my hesitation I said yes for the very reason the project which I was doing could give a lift in my career and after interaction we become close and we started to interact daily. The project was nearing completion and that day she had to stay a bit longer and I told her since its getting late she can go home, but she said that its okie cause her husband was on tour.. So I understood that she was alone. It was around 10:30 we. As the evening wore on they felt like close friends. Around midnight, Samantha says that they need to go and Mark asks Monica if she would like to come over for coffee and she accepts. When they arrive, Mark goes to make coffee while the two girls sit and talk. Monica is soon caressing Samantha’s leg, occasionally brushing Samantha’s breasts. Every time that happens, Samantha feels a tingle but doesn't understand why she is so turned on. Probably due to the alcohol, she thought. Suddenly,. She was by now petrified at what he had said and the telephone call terrified her. ?Jesus Christ, just let me go. I don’t know you. I don’t know anything about you?. ?You might not know me now, but you will in a few hours? he said laughing, enjoying himself?.The door opened. Another two men came in, smiling broadly. ?My word, Matthew? addressing the man who had been talking to her, ?this one is lovely? ?God yes, Luke, and those legs? said the other.?I think St. Andrew should be first? said.