"Sheldon," she gasped as soon as she could. The grip on her throat loosened, but didn't let go. "It was my own brother, mistress. Forgive me, but the memory was blocked from my mind."
"Your… own…." Aeacus trailed off, not completing that sentence. The hand that held Shelly's throat let go, but trailed down her chest to Shelly's right breast. One long fingernail circled an already aching-for-attention nipple, making Shelly groan in anticipation. "Does your father know? I suppose not, if even you couldn't remember. Did he blow his seed inside this hot pussy of yours? Did he make you scream in ecstasy as I have?" Instead of caressing or playing with the nipple under her fingers, the queen pinched and twisted hard, demanding an immediate answer.
