Frida got her cherry busted wide open in that hotel room and she became Mr. Johnson's cum-bucket for the next few years performing the most depraved a...ts of perverted kinkiness devised for horny male enjoyment. Sometimes when she looked at herself in the mirror she had to blush at her submissive attitude when it came to satisfying Mr. Johnson's desires. He confided in her that he often had thought about doing some of those things to his own nubile and very pretty daughter but his strict. It made us painfully aware that things were different. It was agonizing.We began to explore those differences in innocent ways. One Saturday afternoon we were playing a multiplayer online game. We had just dispatched a particularly troublesome Orc and Kate threw her arms around me in celebration. Our faces were inches apart. She looked at me. I looked at her, and we kissed.We kissed all the time growing up, but it was innocent stuff. This time, there was no mistaking the passion. It was an. ”“That’s not fair. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should,” she was moping now.“I know.” He stroked her cheek again. “At the end of it all, I'm not doing anything you’re not letting me.”She pondered for a moment. He was surprised when she reached down to touch his cock again. “Won’t it get hard again?” she asked hopefully.“It will if you keep touching it, but why? We’re not going to have sex, are we?”She shook her head. “Remember when Henry was playing with my mouth the other day. It. . yet distinctly exciting ... behavior of yours ... In fact, he’d probably run you through if you dared to maul these perky breasts while feasting on my neck,” she added, shimmying them in front of me.Smiling, I took the hint and brought my hands hungrily up to her B-cups, kneading them roughly through her nightie as I continued my kiss, before grabbing the strap on her shoulder and sliding it down to fully expose one for unobstructed pawing.“AHHHHHH,” Elisa growled, “you ANIMAL!” feeling my.