September 6, 1993, Chicago, IllinoisI saw Mitsuko, but not Miyu, on Monday morning as I walked down the hallway towards the basketball court set up fo... the final sparring competition.“Good morning,” I said.“Hi!”“Where’s your sister?”“Changing. Do you have a minute to talk?”I looked at the clock and the wall and nodded. We stepped into a small room and she closed the door.“I’m sorry if my sister upset or embarrassed you last night. You seemed distant during dessert. She told me what she’d said. Long blonde hair with emerald green eyes, sensuous smile with rather well developed breasts and long dancer,s legs completed the figure of the beautiful young twenty one year old dressed simply in a light green sweater, tight slacks that looked like they,d been painted on and open toed sandals, her toenails a bright scarlet and perfect match for her shade of lipstick. I,d fantasised about her for years and shot loads of cum in and on her in my sexy dreams. but knew with her parents loaded with. Whatever the lows, however, I could still feel Miss's desire and pleasure in them. I knew that the pain or humiliation meant reward.The only flaw, the only nagging thought I could not get out of my mind, was guilt. I still thought of how Rebecca must have felt when she was taken on my bed, over and over, enduring not only the merciless toys but her own body used against her, driving her to orgasm after orgasm. I could feel the humiliation she must have endured, looking down at her own lovely. “It looks like he’s giving me a royal fucking but it really isn’t that great. I’ve only had one big orgasm so far. I’m not enjoying it that much.”“I see. He’s doing an okay job, but I’d be wrong to think that while it appears you are having a great time, you’re actually indifferent to the fucking your boss is giving you. Does that sum it up?” I asked as Brent reached around and squeezed Sue’s left breast quite hard.“It did right up to the moment Brent squeezed my tit,” replied Sue as her face.