“I like this pattern,” Pam said, smiling as I worked the braiding weave of rope up Lee’s back to finish up the binding. Her arms behind her and bound down her back. “No rumors that she’s really your sister. We’re doing it together, Yunie.”
“Daddy,” Christie said, squirming, “how can Phoebe be your daughter if you’re not married to Aunt Vicky. Sucked at me. As her lips moved, she massaged my bud. She pressed into my chest, her breasts soft against me. “I’m forgetful sometimes,” Lee said with that faux innocence. I was moments from that explosion of rapture that would send me over the edge. “He fired so much jizz into you,” I groaned. She wiggled her hips, staring down at me. Let people see you screwing someone that’s not your wife.”
“Are you going to make me into a cuckqueen?” Pam asked. “That’s where the masseuse uses her body covered in soap or this wonderful nuru gel that makes her quite slippery.”
“Her, uh, body?” the woman asked, looking shocked. “We got the fucker, let’s get him.”
“We have a hearsay statement,” he said. She popped it out and said, “No!”
“See, see!” said Christie. He met my gaze, and I could see he was about to ruin the fantasy by saying something wonderfully romantic. I feasted on her while she moaned and squeezed her
