One by one we were made to put our left hand out and got three hard whacks, starting with the palm, just below the fingers and then the finger tips. T...is was repeated on our right hands, it was really painful.Mrs McCluskey explained that it would stop us rubbing our bottoms better and the sore finger tips would stop use masturbating for a day or two.The girls were dismissed and I was kept behind.This was due to the mater of the mess I had made on her skirt.She took the cane back to the cupboard. One day we went to have dinner together in Chinese restaurant. We choose a corner sit and sat down. We talked about many topic as we were having food. While eating punima picked up a sausage with her fork and asked me what it was with a wicked smile.Me – “It’s a sausage”Punima – “how long will it be?”By now I understand her meaning and simply said “Why don’t you wake it up and ask for yourself”.To this we had a good laugh and finished eating. After dinner we were heading back home through a. “Especially when one’s your sister.”She blinked green eyes at me. “Wow, Daddy, you are so wise. Everything you say just makes so much sense.” Then she squirmed. “How long do I have to cover my pussy? Your cum is leaking out and it’s getting messy. And I want to cum again. Please, Daddy, I need to cum.”“Right,” I grinned, the sight of the two teenagers kissing banished why I was here: to fuck my daughters. “Crystal, Jessica, enough kissing for now. I need you two to strip naked. You have to go. Their lives were totally and utterly devoted to this single task. And devoted they were. No pop idol or film star had a group of fans who lusted after him as the Sisters did of Zebul. He filled their waking hours and, for all Audrey and Susan knew, their sleeping ones, too.That day was the lowest point in their lives. They retired to their cell in despair. Audrey's guilt threatened to overwhelm her. The idea that, for the rest of their lives, they were to be slaves, slaves whose sole function.