"Oh baby" was all I could manage as she kissed my neck."I've got her panties on daddy" she whispered, "They're right up in my cunt, all wet and juicy ...rom her cunt and her pee daddy"I swung off the road sharply, almost throwing her out of her seat and bumped down a narrow dirt track into some trees. She was on me even as I pulled the handbrake on, straddling me, her back pressed against the steering wheel, her hands scrabbling at my zip."Yes daddy oh yes fuck me, fuck me" she came as I entered. It did not go over well. We fought about sex and our fights ended up with a trip to counseling. After counseling we decided to just stay together for the sake of the k**s. We went back into the once a month sex rut. I jerked off almost every day, sometimes twice a day. She hated that I jerked off so much. Once again, we began to fight about sex. One day she came home with a small velvet bag and said she had something to fix my problem. I opened the bag and saw some sort of metal object. I. Of course it doesn’t sound very impressive, but what else could I do… I could land into serious trouble if she woke up! But last night, I decided to be a little bolder and see how ‘dead’ my sister really was… was she dead to the extent of allowing a little simulated necrophilia? I moved my index finger up and down her thighs in slow ecstatic motions but my sister didn’t budge. You see, Anita never woke up in the middle of the night for any reason. Even I had to go to the toilet a couple of. ”“What else?”“I was able to see something of the commands that the target imposed on her.” She went on to describe the commands. “Those commands are deeply embedded in her subconscious and have become entangled with her preexisting submissive streak. I consulted with some of the other telepaths in the Matriarchy. I shared with them what I saw. We agree that those commands were all laid in a single pass, and that no telepath we know of could have laid them in that securely and that deeply in a.