.."I interrupted her. "Oh. I'm sure Joan doesn't want to hear about a TVserial that a bunch of housewives watch."It didn't come out quite the way I'd...wanted. I felt that I'd now lumpedmyself in with the women who watched the show. Joan smiled gently.Spoke down to me in a most condescending manner. "No. No. Peter. Yougo ahead. Fill Sara in. I'm sure I'll find it most interesting..."So I had to spend almost ten minutes under the amused eyes of our guestas Sara listened and I talked about. I won’t tell anyone anything if you let me go, please’‘Why would I do that, we want to enjoy ourselves tonight and it’s your duty to make sure we do and we’re going to enjoy ourselves whether you participate or not because none of us care what you want or what you feel because you’re nothing but a black whore and we plan on making you suffer. You’re inferior to us, always were and always will be, you’re meant to be on your knees serving us but today you’ll be on your back giving us everything. The cool milky skin of her sides and belly was marked with scarlet lines, where the stays of the corset had pressed against her body. Her small, pert, breasts flattened a little and her nipples sprang to attention, swelling like ripe berries. I cupped her breasts in my hands, capturing the points of her nipples between my fingers and squeezed them slowly and gently, feeling her nipples harden further. She pulled my shirt tails from the waist of my pants and plucked the buttons undone, one by. I’m already in another world in my head, a place I go to often. My right hand makes its way down my stomach towards my newly shaven pussy while my left finds my breasts. Images of Julie make their way into my mind; I don’t even try to get them out anymore. I am now restless and incredibly horny. I no longer thinking of the lust I feel for my sister as a bad thing. She is a gorgeous woman, and I see nothing wrong with wanting to touch every inch of her body. My fingers explore the lips of my.