”“Yes, you fucking slut. I bet you love it up the ass now. You are going to ask for it all the time aren’t you.” I told her as I pumped into h...r. “Take that…and that” thrusting some more.I was fucking Irina’s ass pretty long and hard at this point. Because I had just cum recently, despite how good it felt, I didn’t feel like I was anywhere close to an orgasm. But I was enjoying watching this beautiful woman get anally raped. She was still ass up, face down in the bed with her blond hair spread. I felt my sister start to slowly rock back and forth on me, while still keeping as much contact with me as possible. The actual coitus wasn't required for her to magnify my ability, but the pleasant sensations that coursed through my body helped to distract me from my fear. It also kept me hard, giving me more surface contact with her.Fear... What had I done, that had removed my fear of Bradley, my old boss? I had silenced him, I recalled. If only I could do something like that with the demon. I still got a thrill watching it do that. The technology in the car represented a huge advantage to me if I could somehow convert it into cash.Unfortunately, it was also a danger. If the government found out about it, and/or me, my life would be over. The government would seize my car, the computer, and everything I had; 'for the good of the people', of course. The edge that this technology would give the US government was too much, in my opinion.While I approved of most of what my government. He looked me over when I finished dressing and finally said, "Let's go."It has been obvious since he came out of my closet holding my dress that he intends to take me out. I'm not happy about that. I don't know what he has planned and that makes me nervous. But beyond that, I'm not anxious to be seen in public with this old man. I want to be here in my bed with him, naked and being taken like a captured slave girl. I want him to turn me back into a slut the way he did on Thursday. I want to.