Sir, while being one of the school of higher learning teachers, I will let you the reader fill in the one instructor you feel best serves the purpose ...nd has matriculated with Harry to the college.Years have passed and I have now graduated from college. When I look back and reflect on how I wound up his sissy, I still have trouble believing how it all came together in my twentieth year as a sophomore. There were subtle steps that I reacted to like cat nip and turned me into the brown-haired. Her cage was against the basement wall at the far end of the basement. Right next to her was a crying Asian woman dressed in a suit lying against the back of her cage. “What….The….Hell?” Was all Ophelia could manage. “Don’t burn too many brain cells trying to figure this out; short and sweet you’ve been kidnapped.” A 40 year old woman said from the middle of the room.After processing this shocking information, the last thing Ophelia remembered was her orgasm. Before she could do anything else. This happened last Tuesday i.e. on 14th August 2007. My husband proposed a small party at our place and called few of his friends, but due to some urgent work my husband had to go out of city and In the late afternoon, I heard knock on the door. I saw there were friends of my husband. They were Akram, Salman and Sohail.I opened the door and told them that nobody was at home. They enquired when my husband would come. I replied that he would come after two days. I said them to sit in the living. Can I come in? I got a rather cold Yes. In reply. I entered my little sisters room, and saw her curled-up under her blanket. Mind if I sit here? I asked, sitting at the foot of her bed. Actually, could you sit here? asked Sasha, patting the top of her bed, nearer to her. I obliged, and placed my hand on her blanket. Look, Im really sorry that I yelled at you, but you cant do things like that: Im your brother, not your boyfriend. Sasha looked up at me, then hugged me. I lifted her up, and hugged.