Lame, I know. He told his wife that we're just friends and that was just a "brotherly gesture". I didn't know what happened next. All I know was we go... busted and was prohibited from seeing each other.It almost broke my heart and both Peter and I were devastated but what can we do? I started avoiding him at work. It was difficult but I had no choice, I had to do it. He would text me but I wouldn't reply. He apologised for dragging me into this relationship. That moment, I knew we had to stop. When I stepped out of my shoes, I was nude, just the way my Master wanted me. Then I knelt down outside his door nakedly awaiting my Master’s requirements. Leaving me like this unprotected and out in the open to anyone who might enter the hallway of the apartment building. He went inside and retrieved the cardboard box. “Put your slut rags in this.” He ordered curtly. When I had complied he ordered me to crawl into the bedroom and get up on the bed on my hands and knees. He stood so I could. What is this? Must be Myrna's sister, Amanda. Looks like a strange one to me, Justice thought. But the look of lust on Amanda's face took place in his eye as a beautiful event. Forgetting her clothes he suddenly wanted his hands on her naked flesh. His cock hardened and Joan saw the head peek past the loin cloth edge like a gnome."Look over his shoulder, Amanda. Your sister's fucking Clyde." What?" said Amanda from a daze.Justice heard her clearly, though, and shot Joan a look of. He let his full weight fall on her body and he pressed his lips to hers. She squeezed him between her thighs as a warm flow came over her.As she released him, he began planting kisses down her neck, lingering over her breasts and then down her stomach. She felt her gentle flesh glow with anticipation and she wanted him to kiss her everywhere. She felt a warm fluid produce itself and moisten her further. She desired his touch so much, she had never been this wet before.She reached above her head.