She ended up with Kitten kneeling between her legs, holding a glass to her pussy, while Claire, blushing furiously, urinated in front of her sister and father. Her trauma maximum for the day had been reached, she felt. “Thank you!”
As they drove, Claire told Kitten everything that had happened recently. “You have to degrade me, sugartits,” Kitten reminded her as she finished the cleaning. Steph was blushing and trying to pretend nothing was happening. Her father moaned happily and sprayed Kitten’s plate with his cum. “You and your sister were always brats. He insisted on them both stripping immediately. And you need to spend an hour a week crawling on all fours? Learning a bit of submission, and learning that things like your clothes are a privilege that you earn, should be good for you.”
The rest of the night was an exercise in humiliation for Claire.
