"Miss Harcourt becomes Miss Harlot!" I laughed, sadly none laughed with me which thought damned rude."No," Miss Harcourt cried again, but with practi...ed ease Francine and Monique eased Miss Harcourt's hands down and Lilla attached the wrist cuffs to the thigh cuffs and allowed Miss Harcourt's towel to fall away, "No desist I say, unhand me!" Miss Harcourt protested."The hair must go," Madame insisted, "Monique, the razor if you please, under the arms as well, she looks like a goat." How dare. “Thanks, Jerr… and you’re still my BIG brother!” I smirked staring at his tenting trousers. I licked my lips tentatively. I need a cock like that! “I think I’ll check on Terry.”“Sure, sounds good.” Gerry padded upstairs to his bedroom.---Multiple emotions coursed through my mind. Maternal instincts regarding Terry and much more taboo thoughts about my brother and the things we did while we were younger. Would he want to again?I tossed my bra and thong on to the chair beside my bed and slipped. I put my hands high up on your shoulders and use my fingernails to scrape slowly and deliciously down your back. You arch and impale yourself onto my cock unconsciously as my hands rake down your body. You’re filled completely by the hot fleshy hardness and a loud moan fills the roomI take hold of your hips and hold myself deep inside you, feeling your body struggle to claim me and shaking after the long tease. Suddenly sliding quickly out, I thrust back in HARD to full depth and am rewarded. I warmed up considerably. I wondered if he had picked up any of those waitresses from his restaurant. I really liked the look of that Eden girl. Eden would make an amazing slave. Was that racist? Would thinking that's racist hold him back? He had never had any black girls. Every day at the charity I was reminded of what a missed opportunity that was. I wondered if He was afraid he'd never go back? I giggled as Matthew continued, "Yeah, I've been trying to get my head around--Something funny?".