It was due to my striptease brother that she didn't hesitate to help me with my injuries. It was also why she was so willing when I raped her last night. She had been able to think of me as him instead of Apollon's High Priest. This also allowed her to express her only true desire softcore since accepting her enslavement. This desire to be my brother's bitch caused her to forget who I was last night girls and in her exhaustion after being gang raped seeked comfort from me believing me to be my brother. I then asked her if being my brother's bitch was what she really wanted. Even though he wasn't an officer and she would be officially a erotic barracks bitch. Not that I thought she would actually choose such a life for herself even if it meant being with the man she loved. Yet teasing I forgotten my own experience with Kathleen. So the enthusiasm she showed as she answered my question surprised me. "Yes Master I want be his bitch more than anything. As long as I'm your brother's bitch it doesn't matter who else gets to rape me Master." Letting out a sigh I began to lead us back to camp as I thought about what I was considering. I owed a debt to this bitch. However I couldn't just give her to my brother the way she wanted. Or you can fight me, and I can torture and then rape you.” It was obviously a mom and daughter. The day after week five of the trial and true to his word she started producing milk. I looked down and saw that my pussy was indeed a little messed up. There is one main difference. ​​ She Knew softcore he was probably missing her as much as she was missing him. Bye, see you in class” Chloe said while taking her leave. That something new has arrived, and it is wondrous. I wasn’t going to volunteer any information, although I might answer a direct question or two. He finally spurted out a load with about a third of it coating her cunt and the rest on his stomach. “Hoss, you ole’ devil, how are you? The slut gave him a deviant grin and took a seat. But he didn’t. He slowed his pace, but still pushing hard against striptease her fat cunt lips. “Uh-huh,” I moaned, thrusting away at her pussy. I dressed, cleaned up our mess and left as well, girls pretty teasing sure I would return again. His hands squeezed my tits hard. I groaned, shoving them down as he lined up, freeing his balls to swing erotic into me. I gripped them, squeezed them.