My sister/sexslave EmilyAs I walked down to my basement I could hear my thirty-two year old sister Emily crying in her cage. Since it was only her sec...nd day of sexual enslavement she was still pretty shaken up so I was going down their to get her used to her new life and “break” her in. as I approached the cage I said “don’t cry Emily, I love you and I’m going to take care of you” while I slapped a folded leather belt on my palm. I opened Emily’s cage and told her to get out and stay on her. The booze.'Not booze ... wine. There is a difference, ' she thought. 'There's a difference between Daddy and boys, too. He's so smooth.' "Sigh" Are you ok, sugar?" I'm fine Daddy."'That you are, Megan. That you are.' "I just wanted to make sure you have a good time." Daddy reached into his jacket pocket and handed her a Drivers License, a Birth Certificate and a University ID.They were all authentic ... the documentation all said she was twenty two. The name was the same ... the addressees were. That asshole killed my son, tried to kill my only granddaughter and, burned down my damn house. He's mine," she said with determination.Not knowing what else to do, Liv and Finn stood on each side of her, watching as she tracked the black SUV that was snaking its way down the switchbacks. "Cover your ears, kids." Grannie pulled the trigger and the rocket streaked from the tube.Her aim was true. The projectile hit the driver's window dead center, and exploded on impact, blowing out the heavy. Kaley jumped on top of Andy and started kissing her passionately as her hands moved freely up and down Andy's beautiful body, exploring. Andy rolled over on top of Kaley and broke off the kiss. "Wait right here," she instructed Kaley. "I have something for you." Andy went into the bathroom, which had a door connected to the bedroom. A few seconds later, Kaley could hear Nora Jones music being played. Out came Andy, wearing nothing more than her black lacy bra and matching panties. "Hello,.