"What does she mean you're looking for my sister?" Joey said with heavy emotion. "Sarah's dead, isn't she?" Joey, we don't know anything for sure yet,... I said as I avoided his eyes. "Just don't worry about it until you're back to nor... " Fuck normal! Is Sarah dead or not?! Tell me!" Joey demanded as his desperation and hope fought for control."We don't know! Okay? We think she's still alive, but we don't know! Shit, Joey. You're not ready for this yet. You're shaking all over and... " I said. That is when she noticed the bulge in the tummy, it wasn’t much but still noticeable compared to her completely flat stomach before. The thorns were pronounced through the thin material of her dress but Laura didn’t take the time to think about that, it was near dusk now and she had a long way to get home. Luckily her dad wouldn’t likely miss her, he barely saw her anyway. It was slow going with the discomfort in her ass and the thorns kept getting caught in her shirt which caused a flush of. To be the dominant rather than one of the slaves.And yes, I believed all that I read - it made sense out of this crazy world I found myself in. My son had used some type of drug to enslave his mother for his own incestuous enjoyment. Its the only thing that made sense of the craziness I found myself in - I just couldn't believe my wife would have intercourse with her own son without some type of persuasion. As outrageous as that 'persuasion' seemed.Then there was the other idea I had; I've. My perception, my control, all wrecked after that incident. I wanted to fondle her boobs and suck my sister’s lips dry. I wanted to caress her body and give her the pleasure that she wanted the moment to be recurring.I was a changed man. Ever since the occasion, whenever I see my sister, I always remember her topless. The picture was unerasable and my sister was undeniably voluptuous. My perception was changing.“Dharshu is my sister; she is mine before she becomes someone else’s.”“I should be.