All day long, boys had tried to look up her short skirt. They had a lot of opportunities. Even though our slave rules had been suspended, her dress ha... been so short that her pussy was never far from being exposed. She had been particularly vulnerable on the two occasions that she had to go up the stairs for classes on the second floor. Both times she had been boldly felt up by the boys behind her on the way up the stairs.She said that Kevin ordered her to stand by him whenever he was around.. She continued crying “dad got me married to this dog that just treated me as a whore throughout. After i gave birth to his child he treats me like shit and says that i am no longer attractive for him and that he wants younger women to fuck”.She looked at me and said “yes… Fucking your sister is not socially acceptable, but caring for your sister’s needs..??It is very well acceptable… i need love…..I need a man’s touch…i need sex…i need to feel that i am a women and not just a piece of junk…will. “This is not good, NOT GOOD AT ALL” she barked “Now get back down and clean it properly” and I think I knew where this was going..“I’m so sorry Mrs Smith” I said getting on my knees behind her with her arse right at my face, “I will clean it better, I promise” and with that I pulled her cheeks apart and proceeded to give this woman the best arse licking she had ever had and the best I had ever given, I was savage and went at her with my tongue like my life depended on it.She held on to the sofa. Why, do you fancy a ride?” And then I added, “if you’re at a loose end.”“I am actually,” he smirked, “and yes, I’d love a ride!” The double-meaning in our exchange was making butterflies in my stomach at the thought of this young guy and more particularly, what he seemed now to be playing with, with one hand in the pocket of his tracksuit bottoms. “Hop in then,” I said, as I gestured to the seat next to me and unlocked the car. He ran around the front and got in. As I drove off, my mind was.