I was at that time of life when I was preparing to leave the safety of the educational system with a degree that assured me of suitable employment unl...ss I elected to sponge off my doting mother and prosperous stepfather for some post-graduate work at a near-by university and still live at home like the proverbial jerk most people opined that I actually was beneath it all.It never seemed like a sin of Taboo where my step-sister was concerned because we had only met each other a few months. I try a feather. I squeeze vigorously, pinch her nipples and even pull on her breasts. None of these register any response. I try nipple clamps, vibrators, and even ice. The ice makes her nipples harder, but nothing I do elicits any arousal.“It appears that you have diminished nerve sensation from you breasts. You certainly should have noticed both more pain and more arousal from the different tests I conducted. I will want to do some further testing to identify the causal mechanisms for this. I had appointed Lt. Jamin as my replacement within Fort Mentor when I took the job of temporary acting duke. I had asked Mentor for a copying machine disguised as a special in-box. I used that to make copies of the correspondence that I thought he needed to know about, and I sent him a copy of this latest notice.Lt. Jamin, Martino, Mentor, and I held a meeting within Fort Mentor to discuss the implications of this message. Obviously, it meant that the Knights Templar planned to batter us into. It left my mouth with a “pop” as I continued to try to suck more.“You’re a good little whore, baby. Now get on the bed and lay on your back.”My wife climbed onto the bed after me, remaining on her knees, strap-on still protruding forward. She reached into the drawer of her nightstand and removed a tub of lube.“Every little bitch deserves to have her cherry popped in the missionary position,” she said as she squeezed lube onto her fingers. “And everyone doing the popping deserves to get to watch.