There was my son whipping his sister and she was pleading to be whipped harder. She also had called him Master. Why could she be whipped and not me? I...had felt the need to be whipped for more than twenty years and nobody had done that to me, especially not my miserable and tightfisted husband who had deserted me. A feeling of immense need overwhelmed me and I stripped off at the entrance to my daughter’s room. As if in slow motion, I walked into the bedroom, my mouth hanging slack jawed, as my. I have asked you many, many times not to do that but you persist in doing so. Very well, listen to me now, the next time I have to tell you this I will punish you for disobedience. Do you understand?"Her eyes where wide as she replied, "Yes, my Master, I understand completely. I am yours to do with as you will."I again glanced at May. Her eyes were almost as big as June's. Returning my gaze to June, I continued, "June, you will NEVER bring up the subject of the accident again. If anyone else. "Ok." Someone said. "If we can't touch you can we touch ourselves?" She said nothing but tweaked her bottom into the couch her dress hiked up exposing more of her upper thigh. With a look of curiosity she gazed at each one of them. Her fingers slid seductively across the hem of the dress. She saw all the eyes in the room staring at the naked skin above the stocking top.Erica knew their plan was to jerk themselves and cum all over her nylon stretched legs and ample thighs. She thought asking to. I knew you didn't like Tony as you kept telling me he'd tried it on with you a few times, but after a couple of large red wines and the promise of sex when we got home, you were up for almost anything.You were wearing that little black dress you have, the one with the low cut bodice type top, exposing your great cleavage. Black high heels and black hold up stockings as well as your smallest black g string. There's no way you could wear a bra because of the top of your dress.I'm sure you noticed.