" "I know aunt Sydney." "enough with the aunt Sydney I'm just plain Sydney tonight." "okay Sydney. I'm just having a hard time believing that my frien...s set me up with my aunt." "I can't believe that they didn't know that we were related Jonathan." We laughed about the situation and enjoyed our dinner. "I thought you had a girlfriend." "and I thought you had a boyfriend." "I said that to keep the family off my back." likewise Sydney. If they find out about this we'll be up the creek without a. "Messy slut," my reprimand is warm and loving, but the backhand slap to your other cheek is less gentle than the first. You gasped apology makes my heart beat harder, and my hand comes down again for the third slap, harder still. It takes a moment for you to recover your balance, your cheeks a bright red, but you do, straightening and steadying yourself. "I'm sorry Master," you answer, voice quiet, warm and firm. "I'll do better next time, please let me try again." I gather. Pam saw his wet prick! Her own dad's cock! Why should that fascinate her so? She felt strange tremors ripple through her body to arouse her nipples and clit. Was she horny for her father! Oh, that couldn't be!Ashamed of the thought, Pam returned to her cozy little bed and went to sleep rubbing her pussy. She came once before she dozed off with a pleasant smile on her lips.Naked now, she tiptoed once again to her parents' bedroom and peeked in. They were asleep, her dad snoring like a truck. But that was not the end of their torments, for months and years after they would use me for their sexual gratification. The worst part was when they told their friends of their conquest and their friends came calling. It was during the same year that they caught me on the third floor of the school maybe three months after. That Saturday afternoon is still vivid in my mind, I was on my way back home after going to the store. A twenty something young adult, named Gilbert, stepped out from.