She couldn’t see him of course, but her hand was already down there, fidgeting slightly with the leg of her pyjama bottoms. Mistress gave him a warm smile, and petted her slave. “Yes…” The image she had just seen of her father under the table flashed back into her head. Has he seen you naked before?”
“Yes, but…”
“Are you 18?”
“Yes…”
“And you said you trust him.”
“Yes…”
“And he himself is naked, exposed, and leaking pre-cum on the floor.”
A little chuckle escaped her lips. Mistress put a finger on his chin and brought his face up to hers. From the other room their conversation was cut short as they heard slave maryanne scream out begging loudly for permission to orgasm. As she sat there, she noticed just how hard her brother had become. His sister lapsed into silence. “Good morning,” Sandy replied, not sure how to handle chit-chat with the man who she had not long ago heard fucking her mother, twice. “I don’t see – oh…” she paused as she leaned a little further under the table, and finally understood what Master had desired for her to see. But you should know that cage doesn’t stop him from experiencing an orgasm. To own her body that she was giving to him.
