" I said.She frowned, still sitting in the chair with her pussy exposed. She grabbed her boobs, one in each hand and started pushing them together and...rubbing them, caressing them as though she was enjoying herself. She ran her thumbs over both nipples at the same time which caused her to involuntarily close her legs, now forcing her hood barbell against her clit.“OHH SHIT!!” She yelped.“That makes seven now!” I told her. "Yes Daddy." She replied, sensually.Nicole held out her hand, asking for. Because obviously, that’s not going to happen.No, what I do is tie her to a chair and strap the butterfly to her clit. I don’t turn it on, yet, because first there are rules that my sister needs to know about. The first rule is that for each orgasm that she has, she must pay with five hard slaps to each tit, each ass cheek, and to her pussy. She doesn’t have to pay immediately, but rather afterwards for all orgasms at once.The second rule is that I’m going to hold lit candles above her tits. Shortly thereafter, Bridget left Scotty in the atelier to answer the door. Scotty heard them talking for a few minutes and then Bridget came back into the room with two other people, Professor Rath, a slightly built, dark lady of forty or so, with a little girl of about eleven or twelve in tow, her daughter. The daughter was small, slender, and blond.“And this is your model,” Professor Rath said, with some admiration in her voice. “Very good indeed, very professional. Well, you go right on. That evening the sea was calm and a very light wind was blowing from the west. It was just enough to cool them and make the raft move a little over the water. While Nika slept on the half-soaked sleeping bag, he examined her beautifully shapely breasts in the starlight. She would have been a beauty queen on his world and while she was breathing regularly next to him, he let his hand stroke her hair.They were both pulled out of their sleep in mid-morning by a spray of cold water all over their.