.. suck your cock?"Her look of disapproval was as good as a slap. "I don't think you were polite enough, and I don't think you meant it. Mark my words... slut, before this night is through, you WILL mean it. I want you to beg for it. I want you to beg so much that I see tears."I cringed and tried again. "Please... Sir... may I please suck your cock?"Steve ran a hand absently through my hair. "Better, but I'm still not convinced. Stand over there and watch us. Play with yourself, but you better. For the hanger's of my increasinggirly wardrobe I took a lemon skirt which covered me to just above theknee and pulled it on. Sliding my feet into a pair sandals with corkwedge heels, I freshened up my make up before going down to join Debbie,as I walked down the stairs I could here the sound of voices, firstDebbie and then Pete it seemed my stalker had paid another visit today Iwonder what today's excuse would be a slight smile creeping across myface."Oh hi Pete," I said entering the kitchen. I hope you make me cum in your fantasy.'She pulled his hands from her and opened the bathroom door. She walked out in to the hallway. Peter made a split decision. The not having sex for six months really took it's toll, and seeing his almost naked sister, boiled up the pressure too much for him to handle. He grabbed her towel en ripped it off her body. Karen tripped because of this and fell face down on the floor, her ass pointing at her brother. She felt how he grabbed her ass, and moved her. Without warning, my mouth latches onto your right nipple, sucking hungrily for a few seconds, making you moan my name. As my mouth makes love to your beautiful tits, my hand begins working your clitoris slowly and deliberately. You moan as wave after wave of slow, pulsing pleasure shoots through your body and you strain to keep from climaxing. Finally, the intensity of my efforts overtakes your will and you erupt into a violent orgasm. “Fuck” and “yes” are the only words you manage to utter.