SCOTT

I'd been distracted all day with thoughts of this weekend at Brianna's and what might happen there, plus the poker game tonight and what it might mean for my sister and when I got home and saw her kneeling naked on the floor, my cock started to pop up like it was spring loaded.

"Welcome home, Master Scott," she said, demurely, as if anything a naked slave could ever say could be demure.

"Welcome back, slave. I'm assuming you're still determined you're a slave."

Cindy laughed. "Was it my kneeling to greet you or me calling you Master which gave it away, sir?"

I laughed too. "Pretty much everything....