As she soon found out, itwas work which Della thoroughly enjoyed. As ?front? person for the Punishment 120 extravaganza, Della nolonger wielded a whip... although she featured throughout the show carrying awicked-looking single-tailed leather lash. No, she called the shots, asthe dual flogging teams worked on the recipient of Punishment 120, now known byits millions of fans throughout the New United States, simply as P-120. But it was Della?sexperience at organising the whippings, her comments. Again, I’ve seen his cock. I’ve had it inside me so often that I’ve literally lost count. But as he shook his butt to the left and the right, all I could think about was that cock.I wanted it. I needed it.If I could just see it, I swore to myself, I’d do anything he wanted. As if he could read my mind, my brother slowly lowered his boxer-briefs, and in response I lay back on the bed, and stared at him desperately.“Please! Please, fuck me. Oh god ... I need it so badly.”With a grin, my brother. Her appraisal delighted me.My bra straps slid down my arms as and my breasts spilt into Jean’s soft hands. I marvelled at her gentle touch, she held them as if they were delicate, expensive works of art that should be handled with care. I yearned for her to touch my aching nipples, I didn’t have to wait long as she gently dragged her thumbs across my dark brown sombreros, which hardened further. I moaned as I felt secretions of my womanly fluids gather in my pussy. This created a lust and. ”“We could keep our mouths shut,” I said.“And when Dad asks ... That’s betraying his trust...”I didn’t give voice to my ideas about trust being betrayed. Not after the last two nights. I owe my Bill everything and I don’t know what all the next few days might hold with this new development, but Bill is still IT.She saw my expression. “You ‘n’ me ... All that. Not betraying Dad. Not the same at all. And I was so happy. Secure.”I saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Sex aside, I love her.