The shirt was tight and pushed my breasts up to spill over the top and it only came down to my mid belly. I looked in the mirror and was ashamed to se... how cheap and slutty I looked. Surely Daddy was joking, there was no way I could go out in public dressed like this. I took a deep breath and walked back down stairs. Daddy was sitting on the couch watching the ball game. He did not even look up when I walked in the room but barked, “Slave position now slut!”Remembering my instructions I dropped. Gazing at the street one moment, feeling a stingray tail sting like a cutting shard of glass across her buttocks the next, Kristina nearly screamed but that would never have done in an English residential street, so she bit her lip and gulped, her body squirmed crazily like a snake, she panted with pain, and slowly her posture and psychological state calmed down.There was a further pause while Rebecca, uncaring about the complicated combination of pain and psychological satisfaction being. She will be your fellow slave. You will feed her, bathe her, and take care of her when she is not in use. I will use and abuse you both as I see fit. If I EVER see so much as a twitch from you I will torture you so severely you will beg for death. Is this understood, Slut?” “Yes Master. Thank you Master.” She cried from the back. I watched the child grow, the baby who was born to be my slave and wife. Each day she grew older, bigger and more feminine; my cock grew impatient. I settled for. After while she became asleep deeply. But it was hard much for me to get asleep again. After some time I don’t know what happened and how I got courage, I started to touch mom’s breast on cloth. She was deeply asleep. So did not react. It’s encouraged me and then I opened her blouse and bra gradually and started to play her tit and then suck her nipples, but she was inactive due to deep sleep. After some time I started to masturbate same time watching nude moms breast. Then I became asleep. It.