I have the tools of punishment always within reach. Though I am not dressed for play I am always presented as Mistress, at home. I grab the lipstick. ... walk over to my slave and grab his face. ‘Such a pretty slut, aren’t you?’ I make a point to carefully apply the lipstick on his firm, pout. ‘Yes Mistress.’ I nod my approval. I always expect an answer to direct questions. Next to where he kicked off his shoes and socks I have a pair of sexy red heels, in his size, waiting. I kneel to. The tiles were cool against my warm skin as I leant against the wall. I was just thinking about when to bring up my feelings and how to tell her but my nerves got the better of me when she touched me.I must have been in there a while, Grace's voice broke into my thoughts'' Portia, are you okay?'' She was knocking on the door.I was shaking as I reached for the lock. My cheeks felt hot as I opened the door.She stood right in front me holding both our glasses.''Yes, sorry-I-ehm- I just felt a bit. Was she saying what I thought she was saying?“I guess you’re right.” I agreed. “We’re only step-siblings because of our parents.”“Exactly.” she pointed out. “It’s not our fault.”“Right.” I added. “We don’t even look related.”We both paused for a moment as we actually contemplated the same thing.“I mean-” Demi continued. “When you think about it, it’s not even considered real. I knew I would come but I really wanted to penetrate her cave. However, I was going to come and I didn’t have the time to pull out and reengage a vaginal penetration so I let myself go. My cum was racing as she was shrieking with pleasure then finally she really screamed with intense satisfaction fast and furious between her teeth and her tongue. She pulled away from me and looked glary eyed but full of passion.‘Are you ready to start again and this time penetrating me properly?’ She asked.