”“My sister has the most beautiful titties in the world. I can’t get over how huge they are, and yet they’re so high and firm.“Your nipples ...eel like small spikes, they’re so erect and pointy.”“I love the way you touch me like this. If we weren’t brother and sister, I’d marry you.”“You just keep us from getting you pregnant, and we’ll pretend we’re married when we go to Little Rock.”“I wish we could. I’d love to spend the weekend with you as your wife.”“Mrs. Helton, your wish has already come. Except, I've got the perfect teen's head and face now too.Adel sets the little black cosmetics case she's carrying on the bed. "You've showered like I asked?" Yes."Adel slips a finger along my armpit, I feel the bite of her fingernail. She raises the finger to her nose and sniffs."OK." She takes a little glass perfume dispenser, "Lift your arms."I blush, frozen and shaking. I don't want to lose what little protection I have."Now."My arms seem to rise of their own accord. My underarms are. I’m not related to, or affiliated with, any characters depicted in this story. I sincerely hope everyone enjoys reading it. A sincere and heartfelt ‘Thank You’ to LadyVer. She graciously edited this story, despite a busy and demanding professional schedule, and her edits, recommendations, and feedback improved the story immensely. She was a joy to work with and a consummate professional. I accepted 98.9% of her changes, but also added some material after the editing process was completed. Any. ’ ‘I’ll bet he wants you to do something kinky, like serving him in nothing but a see-through negligée.’ Samantha chuckled. ‘Would that punish me, or him if he can only watch?’ Isabelle said with a sly grin. ‘You’re wicked.’ Samantha said, nudging Isabelle’s elbow before getting back to her own desk. *** It was early in the evening when Jean-Marie told her he was finished and they’d go home. Her work had distracted her enough until then, but now her excitement in anticipation of her punishment.