You get to rest from sex.”
Fran’s eyes widened, the food momentarily forgotten in her surprise. Sex “You’re going to show everyone what a good little whore you are.”
Jen’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth moving faster as she approached climax. “You’re next,” she whispered, her voice a dark promise. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Mandy growled, her strokes growing faster, more forceful. “Then let’s see just how much you’re willing to give.” She glanced at Fran, who nodded eagerly, and then back at Jen. “It’s not just about the sex or the power. “I want more.”
Mandy’s smile grew wider. “Is it?” she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet her brother’s thrusts. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Mistress,” she moaned, her eyes glazed over with the intensity of her climax. She watched as Mandy’s hand slipped into her own pants, her fingers working her clit with a skilled touch that had her trembling with need. She swallowed it eagerly, her eyes never leaving Fran’s as she came undone. “Lucky for us we picked this place,” she said, her voice filled with amusement. Her body was a canvas for their pleasure, and she reveled in the feeling of being used, of being wanted.
