“Yes, I am. Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked as a blush rose to her cheeks and she turned away. Rather than respond immediately, with the obv...ous ‘yes’ I looked as my little sister as a woman, not a girl, taking in her features. She was tall for her age, about 5’10” and thin. She had an incredibly toned and trimmed body from the years and years of gymnastics that she was so found of. Rich chocolate brown hair that cascaded midway down her back. Small breasts, no larger than an A cup, but. Ma gagged and pulled her head back so I grasped her head and held it still. As soon as she cleared her throat, I started pumping her face again. Man, oh man, this was so... fuck, she was gagging again, slow down and take it easy, fuckhead, yeah, so hot and slick, her mouth was so slimy, and the sound... that gurgling, sucking, gagging sound... man, no wonder guys went off to war. Is this what Hank found over there? Were Spanish women as dirty as French women? Had Ma offered this to Hank? No. (Pause) I know your probably thinking, uh? What the? Thing is I have dissociative identity dissorder and punkie is my boyfriend fucking, whore of an alter. (Play) Come on, he reaches for me, pulling me up off the ground. I have something that will cheer you up my lover. What is it? Youll just have to wait and see. We walk the few blocks it takes to get home (damiens apartment). All the while hes caressing my hair and smiling. Before we began to descend the stairs to the aprtment I look up at. He does not smile at me. His eyes are dark and passion filled. I am at his mercy and there is no other place I would like to be. He begins at my left thigh above my knee and wraps the rope in never-ending circles as he reaches my hip he pulls my thigh up as far as possible and rolls me so that he can bring the rope under my back and continues with my right thigh. I am pulled open, naked to his sight. My pussy glistens with the juices of my desire and even in the dim light you can see the heart.