We had been talking about it for years. Just waiting for the right time. We wanted to get it just right. The time when the kids were starting to develop their sexual curiosity. When they were just starting to learn about their sensuality. But we were very aware of the pressures of the society they grew up in and if we weren’t careful they would become repressed just like everyone else. Of course she was right. Now it was time. And so it was decided to set the plan. We thought carefully about how to start this off. We wanted a nice, smooth plan to let the twins have their first sexual experiences. After a while we hit on the perfect idea.... As their thirteenth birthday was approaching. As with every year, we knew that curious little fingers would start exploring the house, looking for hidden birthday presents. We slipped some pornographic magazines into the bottom draw of our bedside cabinet. We knew they were bound to look in there. Then we rigged up a basic CCTV so we could check our progress. My wife dropped a few indiscreet hints to the kids about "wait until your birthday" and "don't go hunting around in your parents room." Of course we knew that would get their curiosity racing and that was the very thing that would make those smart kids go to the very place we wanted them to.... Sure enough, when my wife and I got home from shopping a few days later we could see little finger marks on the drawer handle. I checked inside and yes, the magazines had been moved around and disturbed. Someone had been looking in our porn drawer. But which of the twins was it? We had to check the CCTV camera recordings. The excitement was killing us, but my wife and I waited until the twins were in bed that evening before checking the camera recordings. Once the twins were asleep and we knew we would not be disturbed, we sat down in front of the PC and played back the tapes so we could see what had happened in the bedroom while we had been out. We played it back and found the right place. On the tape we could indian see the bedroom door slowly open. Now we could see my young daughter creeping into our bedroom, still wearing her tennis clothes as she had had done earlier that afternoon. She entered the room and looked around, trying to figure out where her and her twin brother's birthday presents might be hidden. First she looked under the bed. She stood up and scratched her head. She looked so beautiful. Hair tied back. Her tight flat little tennis top clinging to her tiny torso revealing her shoulders and her slightly too short pop skirt that just invited all the boys to take a peek as they picked up their rackets.... She looked towards the drawer. My wife and I held our breath as we watched. Anna walked straight over to the bedside cabinet and opened the drawer. My wife and I froze, mouths wide open. My wife gripped my hand and squeaked with excitement. Katya laid her head back in the pool of blood on the bed and lost herself in pleasure. On his way to the bathroom, as Alex was walking down the hallway, he looked into Lisa's bedroom and noticed some crumpled-up white panties on the floor, next to the side of Lisa's bed. I drove relentlessly into her battered hole, watching her face grow red, watching her cheeks puff with her held-back scream, watching her eyes glisten with pain. An elderly man holding a bottle of liquor grabs at her wrap as she passes, and before she can dance away he manages to pull the fabric enough to flash her bare buttocks. Brian alone in that hotel room, sensually stroking himself... Chris was so close feeling the pressure starting to build. It will be part of your daily regimen with a few exceptions. I really want you to!” Eventually, she made it home, made the video of her rubbing herself her Master had requested, sent it to him, and went to sleep, dirty dreams of her Master’s cock and her throat being filled greeting her upon unconsciousness. I didn’t see him look at me, but I could see his towel start to make a little tent and after a couple of minutes he got up and left. “Bring two red gator aid to my room please, Elise.” Yes Master. I know it is not required, but I would appreciate a comment when negative votes are cast for my own benefit in developing these stories. He gripped her hips and was pounding away with no indian mercy.