“You being a good girl working here, or do I need to punish you.” “Good girl,” she said, her hands behind her back, her breasts jiggling. “Always, Master. You know that.” Clint snorted. “She's been perfect,” I said. “We'd punish her if she misbehaved.” Clint pulled out his sexy phone. He unlocked it and pressed a button. Lee quivered. Delight sparkled in her eyes. She grinned, and I knew she had a butt plug, or vibrator, inserted in her asshole or pussy homemade by Clint this morning, that just buzzed to life. Clint owned a collection of Bluetooth controlled sex toys. The massaging delight was her reward for being good. She would have to hide her arousal from the customers, fighting against it while submitting to Clint. That gave my slutty half-sister what she craved. Humiliation, submission, and pain were what she craved. Her punishments were a denial of any sexual fun. Often, she'd have to watch Clint's other sisters and women pleasuring him while she had to stand in the corner denying herself. “Thank you, Master,” she moaned. “Mmm, and you have a customer, Mistress Zoey. She asked for you by name.” “Oh?” I asked. “Yes, a woman and her daughter.” Lee grinned. “The daughter's cute and adorable. Mother wants you to teen give the girl a amateur massage. Show her daughter the college delights only a female masseuse can deliver.” Lee arched her eyebrows. “You made an impression.” “Is it Olivia?” I asked, my heart beating, my pussy Fucking clenching, full of my brother's cum. Lee nodded, her short, black hair swaying about her head. “You can't be here, Clint,” I groaned. “It'll be fine,” he said. Everything was warm and his cock felt like it once again had sunk into heaven. I’m not much for praying, but—I homemade swear to God—I prayed for Lucy and our daughter for hours. The light began to fade, though the shimmering barrier protecting the statue remained. Enjoy your last orgasm." Amit could not help teen but smile as he saw her doing so. “Y-yes,” I answered shakily as I turned back to face the woman, slightly relieved that Ryan had left the room. Chico seemed to realise that this was his bitch to fuck and lapped at Hailey running his rough tongue from her clit, up her pussy lips and across her twitching anal star. “Sirs, please fuck my ass and throat! I could wear them. “I’m not naked I’m dressed in this paint.” I replied. I didn’t get chance to think anymore; I felt sexy something on my face and opened my eyes. Fucking A smile came college across his face, as he heard me say that. Hank held her head against his chest and pulled the robe softly off her shoulders. When it came time to go home we headed to the train station and I got reminded just how cold and windy those places are. “Mother is a pragmatist, and amateur she knows no vengeance.