“Yes, you are,” I told her. “Because you and your twin love stripping your clothes off as sexily as possible for Daddy. It gets you hot and wet....Just like when you masturbate.”Rosie blushed. “You know that we masturbate?”“I told him that you told me about cumming!” Kitty grinned.Anne arched an eyebrow. “You taught your little sister about masturbation?'“Sorry, Mom,” Lily gasped.“Don't be,” my wife groaned. “I'm just disappointed you didn't touch her yourself. Show her first hand how to do. "Now you will be known as Stephanie. Stephanie the Slut. That soundsgood. I don't want to see you without lipstick on, either here or in your ownapartment. It's just a reminder whenever you look in the mirror about who ownsyou. And call me Mistress Susan from now on. Now, crawl over to me." She had seated herself in the center of the sofa. I crawled to her, over myclothes and old newspapers until I was directly in front, on my knees. Shepulled up the bottom of her huge dress to reveal knee high. It was about 8 the next morning when there was a loud bang outside in the street and we both woke up. Morning Pete said and I replied the same. Do you want the bathroom first Pete asked, erm I can’t really get out of bed for a minute I said referring to my errrection hiding under the covers. “Have you got morning wood?” He asked. I have I said to which he laughed, jumped out of bed saying “so have I” with that he walked into the bathroom with his cock hard. This did nothing for mine and I. I would often find myself, chest tight with excitement, reading things I would never even dream of writing for my sluttiest heroine. Thrilling with every word. Barely daring to imagine it. Barely. Despite all the fantasies. Despite the most outrageous and depraved scenarios dreamed from the feverish imaginations of my anonymous friends. Despite all the naughty things I have written about my heroines. I have never brought it into real life. Never let Jack know. The closest I ever came to.