" Thank you, Master Don," I typed."Not Master yet," he replied. "That will come, but not until I amconvinced that you are a serious candidate to becom... my newest sissyslut." Let us begin with a few questions." He continued. "Are you currentlydressed up? Make up, wig, the whole shebang?" I responded that I wasindeed dressed, and that I always got fully dressed up when I came homefrom work. That was a lie, but I excused it because it was true in myheart.He demanded proof and ordered me to turn on. She moves down his body and lies flat on top of him. She starts to kiss his jaw line again moving down to his neck. She licks a trail from the base of his neck to the tip of his chin. He shivers. She moves lower still, kissing his strong pecks, licking his nipple as she passes it. She runs her tongue in small circles around his belly button then a straight line to just under the waist band of his jeans. His cock jumps at this and he lets out a soft moan. I am still posted in my corner,. "I'll be on top," she commanded, "and quit looking at my breasts!"I lay back in the middle of the bed. Her eyes were angry as she crawled onto me, straddling my chest. Her pussy rested on my belly with my erect cock brushing her ass."You're a bastard. You're all bastards."A tear slipped out of her right eye to slide down her cheek."There's nothing wrong with my breasts. There's nothing wrong with me. Why do you have to cheat with every cow who wanders by?"Her red face crumbled as she emitted a. I knew what she looked like because we were having an affair. And at that moment, I was holding her hand. I wanted to tear that photo down and bust it over Phil's fat head. But there were about two hundred people present and no one seemed upset or laughed. It was a black and white study in contrast and texture, all light and shadow, and it could have been any subject. But it was my sister's tits and pussy, for the whole world to see! Phil later apologized and gave me a smaller copy to jack off.