“I want…fuck…to feel…ohh…your cum in me.” I couldn’t hold it in any more. Gripping her ass tightly, I yelled, “FUCK, I’M COMING!” ... bucked my hips upward, shooting a load of cum into my sister’s virgin womb. My sister collapsed onto my chest, my dick still inside her pussy. My cum mixed with her pussy juices leaked freely out of Rachel’s cunt and onto my lap, then onto the bed sheets. I had tried pot a while back, and this was exactly how I had felt when I had smoked it. Actually, it was much. I beamed proudly, Sir interrupted my smugness...'don't get too cocky with it slut.. but you will have your reward tonight, ill take you to the ice cream parlour.' i somehow contained my squeals of excitement and nodded to Him gratefully.Later that evening Sir twirled my round so i could show off my little yellow dress, spaghetti straps with V neck that plunged down between my breasts, bodice design that flared out just above my knees, i tiptoed as i twirled around on little white pumps with. She looked ... stricken, hurt, and helpless. Walking out on Mom was probably the most despicable thing I could do. We promised we'd always be there for each other when Dad died, and in my opinion, walking out was like saying I didn't want to have anything to do with her. I owed her an apology, but no matter how many times I told myself that, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was just too emotionally low, stuck twelve feet down in a hole with no idea about how to get out. Besides, what would I. She opens her eyes and immediately face slaps me and before I can recover she slaps me again really hard and without holding back. “You dirty slut, you were looking at me and you know you are not allowed to. Am I right?” “Yes Mistress”, I say and I feel the tears on my red cheeks. “Head on the ground you bitch. You will not look at me anymore! You will not taste my pussy or better yes, any pussy anymore. We will turn you in a cock addicted slut.” With that said she starts enjoying her.