Jess wound the bobble around her hand, checking her sisters pigtails were straight before looping it into place. She could tell Sally was nervous, normally a chatterbox she was quiet, letting her big sister dress her like an oversized doll.

"Get up, lets look at you" She didn't know what Sally had to complain about, she had been younger than 12 when she started helping out, though she was pleased to not to have to tonight, her role was to make sure Sally was ready and then keep the younger ones out of the way. All 3 sisters shared one bedroom, Paul had a room to himself now their brother had left home. Or more accurately been thrown out, when their dad caught him buggering Paul, Dad had strong views on poufs, and on people who took what was his.

Little Kia was already in bed, watching her sisters with wide eyes. Sharing a room was a pain, but Jess was used to it, and of course it meant the younger girls had got used to things far more easily than she had.

Sally stood before her, tugging at the gym slip she had been told to wear. It was her school one, but without the little shorts that she normally wore. Instead Jess had given her a pair of tiny white lace knickers, that seemed held together by a piece of string.

"Stop wriggling" said Jess, looking at her handiwork with a critical eye. Not too much make up, and the white t shirt was slightly too small, nerves or excitement made Sally's nipples hard and very visible through the shirt.

"Ok, you better go down, Dad will tell you to wait in the kitchen, its better to be there before people start arriving"

Sally looked at her big sister, Jess was 15 and always seemed to know what was going on, she wanted to ask her...but that was the problem, she didn't know what she wanted to ask her.

"Go on silly" said jess, relenting a little and kissing her little sister on the forehead, "Don't worry, tonight you will just be serving drinks, chatting, and watching what's going on."

Of course that was so Dad could show her off and collect the bids for her virginity, but some things Sally didn't need to know yet

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Sally stood at the half open kitchen door, unable to take her eyes of her mother. The coffee table had been moved and in its place was an inflatable mattress that normally came out when Grandad came to stay. Her mother was naked, her legs wide apart, Sally could see her pink pussy, glistening with juices. It wasn't the first time she had seen it of course, but never like this. Her mother's legs were held apart by a metal bar, attached to cuffs, 2 months ago Mum had had her labia pierced, Sally remembered them coming home and Dad telling her to lift her skirt so the girls could see her new decoration. She had looked, her stomach churning at what those rings must feel like. All 3 knew that they would have the same, Dad had made that clear.

Now there was ribbon from each ring, going to the cuffs around her Mums ankles, pulling her cunt wider open, meaning any movement stretched her cunt lips. Sally thought she could smell her mother, even through the open door. Her mother was blindfold, so could not see the men surrounding her, a hand would reach between her legs and Sally saw her mother's legs twitch which of course pulled on the rings.

Her father lent down and whispered something in his wife's ear, Sally wondered what he was saying as her Mother gasped in response, a rare reaction from her.

"Just telling the slut about the big black cocks we have got to spunk inside her tonight" Laughter from the men in the room, but Sally was confused, everyone was white.

"Just imagine slut when u have to push a pram with a little nigger baby inside, everyone will know who you have been giving it away too then." Then in a more friendly voice, "Sally bring some drinks round, theres a good lass."

A deep breath, pushing the door with her bottom, Sally went into the living room, knowing the men could see how tiny her skirt was, how tight her skirt. Some of them she had seen before, some she had given blow jobs too, when her Dad brought her downstairs in her pajamas to sit on a lap and be a good girl. She smiled at one, a familiar face reassuring her, even if the last time she had seen him she had gagged on his cock and with streaming eyes been scared she was going to die as her breath tightened in her throat.

John smiled, Sally looked perfect, the eldest had done a good job, some were here tonight because they knew they might breed the slut, but others wanted Sally. What John knew of economics he had learnt dealing, but the rules were the same. Scarcity pushed up prices, if he had leb and everyone else had stinking skunk he could make a killing. Sally like her sisters had been offered for BJ's, but then whisked away, tonight she was temptingly on display and he knew the offers would start.

John felt his erection growing at the thought and part of him looked forward to when the punters had gone, Jess was going to be sore in the morning.