Family EnslavedChapter 7 Mistress Sister
"What do you think you're doing, Slave-Brother?" I asked, slapping at his hands as he tried to stuff his cock and balls into his trousers. "I'll tell you when we're finished." "Oh shit ... uh ... Mistress..." Jim stared helplessly at his penis and then at me, begging silently with his soft brown eyes. Knock knock... "Jim?" we could hear Cheryl's voice through the door, soft and slightly muffled. We were in his office at the radio station, me sitting on an old imitation...