And very tight. Mmm, I can just feel your ass, begging to be filled," Mistress moans, as she plays with Ashley from behind. Ashley feels the finger sl...wly massaging her hole, getting it to tingle and relax. The butterflies in her stomach are going out of control, as her sexual tension, excitement and nervousness build. "Feel my fingertip teasing your little star. Relax, and enjoy the sensation. Good girl." Mistress puts the tip of her finger into Ashley's pucker, and presses down. Mistress. Ann never touched him, but she let him jack off on her on the side of shed in our backyard. I got to watch from the bedroom window as he coated her cotton panties with his pearly white cum. Ann leaned against the shed and held up her dress in front. Eric told me he would have loved to have had some of his sperm sneak into the fabric and impregnate my sister. I told him I would see what I could do to help. The following week, I got him some of her panties to drop a creamy load in the crotch,. Yavara, Yavara, Yavara… Leveria cooed lovingly into my mind, her voice so menacing, so comforting in its velvet flow as it formed the shape of my name. You don’t understand, do you? Surrender is your power. Submission is your control. Oh, sweet sister, you don’t know what you DO TO ME! Leveria’s tongue left my ear, and trailed down the side of my face. I bowed my neck, enraptured by her possession of me, her cruel tenderness. Give in to this. There’s no need to fight it any longer. This world. Then I remembered she rear-ended me and blackmailed me into taking the blame. Then again, I probably should have called a cab from the bar. She did hide my jeans for me, but she lied about the tail lights — I had no idea if the light was green, I was looking at my phone. I settled on the smile. No woman would smile like that unless she was trying to pull one over on me. I assigned her ninety percent culpability, and I accepted ten percent as an asshole. At least she would know I wasn’t a.