Preparations

"Robert and Ben, Ashley just attacked you both. You will help me to punish her. Stand up."

The two got up. Ben, who remembered the morning well, grinned. Robert looked around questioningly.

"Ashley, undress!"

Ashley looked back and forth between those present in panic, but no one made the slightest attempt to help her. Instead, Marcus reached into his pants.

Meanwhile, her body shed all her clothes as if by itself. Ben, who always found his bitchy sister attractive – at least on the outside – watched very closely as Ashley opened her skirt and let it slide down her long, slender legs.

Robert was a little more reserved. It was plain to see that he had scruples about looking at his stepdaughter undressing. Instead, he looked at his wife, who was sitting calmly at the table and didn't notice any of this.

"Robert, it's okay. You love your wife and don't want to do anything wrong, but it's really okay. Nobody here is judging you for that. Look at Ashley. Don't feel guilty about it. She's a stupid little bitch who deserves it to be used. And you want to use her, don't you?"

After his vision was clear again, he looked at his stepdaughter with interest. His guilty expression was gone.

"Yes, I want to use her."

A chill ran down Ashley's back.

In the meantime, all Ashley was wearing were her panties and a black, lace-covered bra. She slipped her arms out of the straps, turned the bra onto the back, and undid the clasp. Her panties slid to the floor just a few seconds later.

The sight was breathtaking. Her long legs transitioned into sexy hips and a slim waist. Her stomach was completely flat. In contrast, large breasts with light brown nipples rose from her upper body. Her nipples were rock hard. Her private parts were shaved clean, so her vagina was clearly visible. Her tanned skin was in stark contrast to Jennifer, who had a paler skin tone.

"Who's up for a game?"