I know Simon is watching me the whole time, but I can’t take my eyes off Cal’s now pre-cum glistening glans. She stands so that I can’t be seen from the doorway and caresses my inner thigh from the knee up to my wet pussy. It turned Simon on to know that I was in his power. He stands behind Oriana and strokes over her shoulder down to her breasts without taking his eyes off me. As if she had hit a nerve. “Is she allowed to speak?”
“Yes,” he replies. He holds her head into his cock for a moment and looks at me with visible satisfaction. Simon questioningly, Cal appraisingly, and the newcomer clearly knowing. “Mistress?” I think and know that I already like it. How long has she wanted to fuck her brother? There must be a story behind this, and I want to find out sooner or later. Of course, you are still free to stop if you don’t want something.”
His voice says it, but his pants are baggy, and he’s hard. Sir gives his slave a little slap on the ass with the whip, as if to encourage her to move, and she instantly moves towards me.
