"Yes sir."She was his now. Just as I was. Watching him take control over her and her desires was too much for me. I had been rubbing my pussy the whol... time, and now I came in front of them. The last time it was quite and they didn't hear. I'd kept it to myself. This time, I couldn't. It was loud, I moaned as I thought about the next gang bang at our house. I hoped I could watch my sister getting fucked so royally.The two stopped and watched me cum. I should have felt bad, but in reality I felt. . slave."And then her smile disappeared. Perhaps it was the passage of time doing its job and breaking down the alcohol in her system, or perhaps it was the final word that she had said, but Nami became abruptly aware of how out of hand things had gotten. What had started as a highly improvised plan to subdue Robin and not let her go until she agreed to stop bothering Nami exposed Robin's plan to drug and possibly sexually assault her, which in turn led to Nami dominating her and calling her. On her size seven feet she wore black vinyl, platform, lace-up ankle boots with matching red crosses.Melinda was clad in a white vinyl version of the same dress, her more ample breasts pushed up to show off her enticing cleavage. Her long red curls were carefully braided, probably by Calliope, who loved to pamper and flatter her shorter, curvier friend. Where Calliope wore black fishnets, Melinda wore white, seamed, sheer stockings. Where Calliope wore platform ankle boots, Melinda wore white. “He’s gonna call us Monday to talk with us.”That was the note we left town on, almost reluctantly growling our way north, back to work, back to another world.“We can rock this ‘marriage’ thing, Carl,” she said.“I’m glad you still think so.”“Why do you say that?”“Well, the ‘meet the family’ thing is a big hurdle.”“You have a wonderful family. It shows in the way things went yesterday.”“That’s just the way we are. When I was a kid, that would’ve happened at Mom’s folks or Dad’s folks. Now they’re.