Of course!

"Right, you little cunts. Time for me to go watch TV." You withdraw your cock from one of the sister's mouths, They look exactly the same, why differentiate?

"But first" You say, getting a delicious idea. "Time to teach your fresh cunts some manners: you will refer to me as 'Mr Good Raj'" Vishna and Vanisha stared up at you in worship. Their tight little cunts, widened and become fully engorged, in pleasure at your knowledge of Indian history. They couldn't wait for you to brand their mons and bubble butts with your mark.

"Yes, Mr Good Raj!" They mew together. They panted at being shown their place in your empire.

"Good girls! Right!" You grab the hair-bridle, and motion with your eyes.

They get the message. The twins crawl on their hands and knees. Their big asses sway seductively, and their pussies drip excitement down their thighs. I think I'm falling in love with these girls, so eager to please, and so innocent. Perfect servants.

You kick off your shoes, the divot of the shoe gives you another idea. Yes, their tongues too shall bear my mark. Three emeralds in one, three sapphires; in the other silky mouth. But, I'm getting ahead of myself, only 'renting' them for now.

You walk behind them, watching their hymens quiver, at your mastery; of their young hour-glass bodies.

You walk through the open door to your living room, trailing your innocent yet filthy minded bitches. One day, I will truly make them bitches, they shall bear my seed.

You separate the hair braid.

"Right, Vishna. My brown disciple, you will go wash out that potty mouth of yours. You will crawl to the bathroom sink. Only then may you stand. You will clean your teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes. You will rub the minty 'cum' into your nipples. You will then crawl to the bag, and then put the chain on both of your dark nipples. Chop! Chop!" You clap twice.

She crawls to your bathroom so quickly, she gets a carpet burn on her knees. Her nipples drag on the carpet. The electric, giving her a taste of what is to come. I'll have to punish the cunt for 'ruining' my canvas. Those knees are my property.

Vanisha is now alone in the room, she looks scared for a moment, then looks up at you adoringly. They have probably never left one another's side for a long time. They have clearly have never dared to touch each other until earlier. I reason that they have saved all of this for me. They seem like the sort to have never touch their own cunts. Saving everything for their master.

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