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Amy sighed putting her head in her arms as she settled back into her chair while I was talking. “I don’t know but Ice Queen is not going to swing anymore.” “Okay then. Who do you want to be for the show and henceforth?” Amy asked, with she gestured at me like she was tired of it all. “Tiffany. It’s about time I be myself.” I replied. Amy looked at me and when she saw my determined expression that I was not willing to try and be anything else, she sighed. “God help us all.”

Amy suddenly announces excitedly, drawing everyone’s attention, “I have good news.” She beams proudly. “My first diamond necklace collection is launching soon.” “That’s wonderful,” my mother says immediately. “And,” Amy continues, practically vibrating with excitement now, “I want Azzmi to try on some of the pieces for me.” Azzmi blinks in surprise and points lightly to herself. “Me?” “Of course.” Amy laughs softly. “You’d be perfect for it. I still don’t have a specific target audience yet, but I really want to see how the pieces look on you before the launch.”

Amy, her stepsister, was standing next to her stepmother laughing at her as well. Amy had blond hair and blue eyes. She has a fair figure. She’s evenly tanned. She’s twenty three years old. She just recently graduated and was a top model in the entertainment world. All men adore her as they find her desirable. Especially the elderly man, who’s a billionaire, named Sebastian Whitmore.

I just don’t want to feel it. Fuckers. They want us meek and cowering. Sad, little girls who should have no other thoughts, apart from how to please their master. Fucking disgusting, is what it is. “When the men don’t like something on your body, like say, a hairy mole, what do you do, Amy?” Her lip trembles and I can see the battle in her body language not to break down. It takes her a moment to compose herself before she answers, “Make sure there’s no hair.”

“Okay, fine. But just for a little while.” Amy's voice filled with excitement. “Come on, it'd be fun. I'll pick you up by 9.” I signed as she hung up; it was going to be a long night. ****** When Amy arrived at my apartment, she was already dressed to the nines, her energy level at a maximum. She greeted me with a wide grin and an exaggerated twirl. “You look amazing!” she declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s go!” After contemplating what to wear, I finally settled for a simple black dress and minimal makeup, preferring my comfort over style.

Maybe I will drink, maybe I won't Like i said before parties aren't my thing. But anyways after i took a shower. Amy set up my clothes what i should wear. She handed me the clothes to get change. Before i walk away to go change she said. "You're going to wear it Simone, because I know what you are going to say.......'Amy its too short'. She tried to mimick my voice. "Hey i don't sound like that". Rolling my eyes. The dress is probably too short, yeah.

she said, winking and pointing downward. "Oh my God!" I screamed at the realization of what she was talking about. They both went into another round of laughter. Amy is honestly a mischievous fellow. "I have no idea his size down there," I replied, trying not to sound too vulgar. "What! You have not gone down the road all this while," she asked. "No," I replied. "At least you have seen him naked, right?" "Well, well, I" "Of course you have; you spoilt brat. Out with it already," Amy said, laughing so hard.

I hear myself say out loud, still stroking my dripping pussy and Amy nods tired, eyes half lidded. She looks like she just had the best time of her life, and nothing has been done to her properly yet!. “Should we try something?“ Killian asks both of us and meets my eyes with a devious smile on his devilishly handsome face…this is the man who's treating my twin as an angel. “What should we try daddy?“ Amy asks, finally gaining a bit of boldness, I love this look on her. She's on the chair, legs spread and pussy lips glistening with her own juice and cum, the only thing left is to take off that top.

“He did. He made me feel things I haven’t felt in years. And this morning I woke up and felt stupid for it.” Jax was quiet for a long moment. Then he pushed the plate a little closer to me. “Eat.” I shook my head. “I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” His voice didn’t rise, but it left no room for argument. “One bite. Not for him. Not for the scale. For you. Because you’re allowed to enjoy something sweet after the day you’ve had.” I stared at the lemon tart. The golden crust. The soft yellow filling. My stomach clenched with the old fear, the voice that said every bite made me less lovable. But Jax kept watching me with that calm, steady look, and somehow it made the fear feel smaller.

My mom was a computer genius with a PhD who works in Silicon Valley. Shortly after I was born, she created an AI robot sister modeled after me. Mom said my AI robot sister was equipped with the world's most accurate child behavior evaluation system. The moment I made a mistake, it would detect it. From then on, my AI robot sister became the judge of my life. Whenever she issued a warning, even when I had done nothing wrong, all I received was punishment. I tried to defend myself before. But Mom said the robot she built with her own hands could never make a mistake, and she became even more convinced that I was an inferior child. On my birthday, Mom took my sister and me to participate in an