He runs the palm of his hand along my waist to the small of my back, gently but firmly pulling me into him until I can smell the tequila on his tongue... "I wasn't done dancing," he smiles down at me as he slowly sways his hips in a languorous figure-eight. “We both know dancing isn’t what you are after” I whisper as I smiled nervously. “No it is not” he said as he pressed the length of his hard, muscular body against mine and seized both my wrists pulling them up over my head and pinning me. You are mine, doll, and you do what the fuck I say, when I say it and you will show me that you fucking love doing whatever it is I have you do. Got that, bitch? Now watch the show."I looked at Terry with tears in my eyes and as I began to cry Terry said, "What's the matter, Tracy, did you lose your understanding of the fucking English language? Did you forget already? Get your ass over there, sit your naked ass down on the hassock and do what you're fucking told." I walked over in a daze,. “What kinda fuckin pants are these?” She asked as she pulled tugged and grabbed. She some how managed to free my cock and gave a “Wooo” when it sprung free. Her white hand jerked it really hard and fast. She was on her knees so I could see down her shirt as she leaned over and stroked and played with my cock. The head of my cock was so close to her face that I grabbed the back of her head and tried to guide it in her mouth. But, she took her other hand and smacked the head of my cock and told. I then made my way home stopping at the bottle store on the way where I bought Amy and myself a bottle of wine each for the night ahead of us. Not long later, a little after 2 30pm, I arrived home and my stepsister greeted me in the kitchen and even though it was a bit cold she decide to wear only one of my button up shirts. My cock instantly started to get hard and once I put the wine down on the table, I walked up to Amy and wrapped my hands around her body and gave her a passionate kiss.