“Who cares, we're brother and sister, it's not like we're gonna tell anyone, ogle me if you want, I don't mind, it'll make me feel sexy,” I replie....So he thought why not and started massaging my stomach first. This was definitely one of the effects of me being so horny, but then I leaned up and began undoing his pants, maybe I wanted to see something too.“Whoa, what are you doing?” Jason asked.“Well, you got to see me, I think it's only fair I get to see you too, and it's nothing we haven't. Open wide for daddy.” She nodded and without hesitation, opened her knees, exposing her dripping pussy, the juices now soaking the sheets. She leaned back slightly more than what she was, pushing her feet out more. “My my. You really are horny. Just can't get enough, can you?” He leaned in, whispering into her ear. He placed a hand along her thigh, gliding it gently, pulling back and pushing forth, building anticipation. “Dadddddyyyyyy! Please! Do what you want, just make me cum!” He smiled at. Fear gripped me as questions shot through my head. Was she an escort? She didn't say that on the phone. What kind of gifts is she asking for? Is that a tactic to get around prostitution? What did I get myself into? My thoughts were interrupted as the bathroom door opened and she stood there, her negligee open, displaying her gorgeous, statuesque body. Some of my fear abated but I still felt stupid not understanding what she wanted. My eyes ran down the length of her body from her face, to her. "Polly wore a tartan short skirt White pop socks a blouse and her beautiful Blonde locks were tied up in a bun. She wore a sexy matching set of underwear. That could be seen from certain angles. As instructed" what am I to do with you! The rules have changed. You failed to keep to my time frame. So I'm set back. Leave your belongings here. I shall get the maid to collect them. You my dear put your hands on top of your head."She did as she was told. It was 4 o'clock on a warm summer's evening.