Eileen had on high heels, stockings, slip and matching bra and panties. The hem of her little slip just reached her stocking tops, revealing every luscious curve of her legs. She went up to Dustin and held her tits, stroking them. She spread her legs and pouted at him.

"Is this right, Master?" she whispered.

"Yeah," he said, his voice husky with lust. "Now get over the bed and wait for your punishment!"

"Oh, yes, Master!" Eileen trembled with passion.

She bent over the bed and turned, pouting at her aunt before she spread her thighs wide. The end of the bed was at the, right height for her to rub her pussy against it, and she did, moaning in lust as she waited.

"Take that off," Dustin said.

Nichole obeyed, pulling her blouse and skirt off fast, revealing her slim, curvaceous figure in nothing but a little white teddy and stockings held up by fluffy garters.

She grinned and pouted at him, sliding her hands over his cock. "Ready, big boy?"

Dustin grinned. He pulled Nichole to the side of the bed and pushed her to her knees. She moaned and went down willingly, sliding her mouth over his cock at once, her fingers caressing his balk.

Mirabelle had seen more than enough and she was sick to her stomach. "I'm leaving! And I'll be back with the police!"

"Sit down!" William snapped.

"What did you say?" she gasped, staring at William, her resolution suddenly weakening.

"Sit down."

"This isn't punishment, this is depraved sex!" Mirabelle gasped. "I'm…"

"Sit down!"

There was something in his voice that made Mirabelle tremble and her legs went weak. She moved back to the chair, sitting down.

"Good," Dustin whispered into her ear. "One more outburst like that and I'll tie you to the chair."

Mirabelle shuddered and looked at her brother, but he was watching his daughter. She tensed, thinking desperately of some way out of the degradation.