I kept quiet in the hope that I could use that information at a later date.EricWith her buttocks now turning a wide variety of colours, I thought it m...ght ease the pain and stiffness if she had a bath. She looked with some distain at the rather old fashioned bathroom, with its cast iron enamelled bath and a white toilet and sink unit but I knew May's was not so different. For some time I debated whether to install a shower but had never got around to it. By bachelor standards I kept it. It was a bottle of perfume and I hoped I made the right choice.She opened the box and smiled at me."This is very expensive perfume," she said.I figured I only had one sister. She kissed me hard on the lips. I pulled Pam into my body. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest. We kept kissing and I brought my hands up to her shirt. I cupped her tits and then got my hands up under her shirt. I pulled the shirt up over her head. Pam unsnapped her bra. I got my first look at her ripe. She loved it rough even to the point of being bound or abused. She had that submissive aspect ingrained in her from c***dhood. Turned out she was a Muslim and maybe, I thought, the slave-master thing was a part of her culture. By going to a “gloryhole” nearby and sucking men off through a hole in the wall, while she remained hidden, she received some sort of power over men like this. But the opposite end of that spectrum was when she would go out at night “Dogging”.. blowing strangers, being. I gazed at her, she was beautiful, I had bathed her several times when she was younger but now it was different, I was going to molest her body, and I didn't care. She meant the world to us, and we were going to teach the meaning of sex so she won't get pregnant with the wrong boy. My eyes traced up, and down her body as she stood their covering herself up a little as she was embarassed. I laughed, and sat her down facing me, and spreading her legs so I could see her lucious pussy as I moved.