She asked me,”Aapko akele rahte darr nahin lagta”I asked her how old she was, she said she turned 18 1 week back. I told her after another 5 years...you will not feel scared. She became very friendly with me as the days passed. She used to finish her work in the morning and used to watch TV at my place till evening when I came back. Then she used to make dinner for me and leave by 7 pm. She almost used to spend 10-11 hrs everyday at my home. One day I asked her why she spends so much time at my. Then I slowly walked to the kitchen, wiggling my ass. I picked up the money, seeing Mistress Pam with that fucking camera taping everything. Then I turned going back out, with money in hand.I gave him the cash, telling him to keep the change, which was about $5.00. Then I asked, "Did you read my ass?"He stumbled on his words, but managed to say he did read it.So I said, "Well, can I suck your cock? What my ass says is true! So far today, I've sucked off 12 guys, licked 7 pussies. You Sir would. Why was this turning me on? Was I that much of a degenerate now? Not only did I lust after my sister, something I knew was wrong, I was growing excited by being spanked like a little girl by my mother.“You’ve been so bad,” she said, her hand squeezing my burning ass. “Haven’t you, Deidre?”“So bad,” I moaned. “I’m sorry, Mom. I tried to fight my desires for Kylie. I did. But every day ... seeing her. Sharing a room with her. A bed. Every night, I fought against touching her even when I wanted. You would grab your back pack or book bag with your cards and price guides in it and slip in the porn too. Unless someone looked through it carefully you were unlikely to get caught. He asked if I had any new "cards" to trade and I said "oh yeah". About fifteen minuets he was at my house. We told my Mom we were going down the basement to trade. She pretty much ignored us. It was a regular thing no reason for her to think otherwise. When we got to the basement I showed him my new collection. He.