Show Me The Equipment You've Made. The Stuff You Keep in the Back.

"I need to see the equipment you can make," you say. "All of it." Muge nods.

"Come on, come on, I'll show you!" She says, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the back. You look to your sister expecting her to follow but she just watches as you move away. In the backroom, Muge stops you. "Okay, okay. So -- there are the hammers, the swords, the shields, the lances, and I think there's a trident or two back here..." You close the door to the backroom behind you two.

"Really? That's all? I heard you made more... specialized equipment."

"Ohhhh," Muge said. "Okay. Sure." She moves some clutter out of the way to reveal a small chest in the back of the room. She lifts the cover off, revealing an exotic assortment of dildos -- arranged by size from small to large, the largest ones taking on a new curvature imitating that of a horse or dragon. "Would you like to try one?" she asks, holding out a medium-sized dick to you.

"I'd like some quality assurance first," you say. "Perhaps the maker would like to show me it's intended use?"

Muge smiles. She unbuckles her leather pants and slides them to the ground, revealing that she had never been wearing any undergarments in the first place. Her pussy is neatly shaved, already wet. She spits on the head of the dildo, a tanned, almost elastic imitation of a dick, and slowly pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. She stares at you as she slides it in.

"I like when people watch," she says, moving the dildo in and out of her folds, suddenly biting down on her lip as she pushes the dildo in further. One of her hands moves to her chest, covered by her black shirt. You can see her nipples poking through the fabric as she pinches one between her fingers, continuing to rhythmically pleasure herself with the other. "In class, at work, whenever one of Daddy's business partners are around," she says, losing herself in her imagination. "All I need is someone watching -- hmph -- and everything is so easy." She reaches her other hand to her pussy and starts to rub her hand over her clit. "Everyone calls me a dirty whore. Do you need me to be a dirty whore for you?" She asks, now rubbing as fast as she can, her other hand pumping in and out with such **** you worry she will fall over. "Please," she says. "Call me a fucking whore." She moves onto her knees, her hands invisible to you now at this angle; she stares up at you, tears almost in her eyes, moaning like she is helpless to stop herself.

"You don't tell me what to do, you fucking whore," you say, as she yells out a moan before letting herself collapse onto the floor. "Pack as many of those as you can fit," you say, pointing to the now-covered in wetness dildo. "And meet us outside."

You glance to the door of the backroom which has now been creaked open -- your sister on the other side, one hand moving back and forth over the bottom of her dress, right over her cunt. She meets your eyes and quickly runs back from the door.