Now the guys who took turns eating her out, would look up and say things like, 'your sister's pussy tastes so fucking good! She is so wet, her cunt is...tight! ‘Then they would tell me how great her tits were as well. My cock was incredibly hard now, watching this scene, watching the fire light dance off of her body, the sweat glistening, shimmering in the light. Now one of the guys waiting for his turn at my sister knelt down on the blanket by her head. He was stroking his cock. I started to. That particular day I had also wore my 4 inch heels that are typical hooker heels. Me being tall anyway I stood at about 6 feet with these babies on: all of it ass and legs. I knew I looked good and it had been my full intention to be a distraction. I’m in advertising so the more a man pays attention to me the less he cares about what we are talking about. I had on a tight knee length skirt, my usual thigh high sheer black stockings. Other than that I usually wore slight make-up feeling. ‘And you are telling me that everyone else comes here by walking into a grandfather clock?’ I asked as I had this look of doubt on my face. Marcinda chuckled. ‘No Colleen, there are only four other clocks like yours. Everyone else enter this dimension through full length mirrors. They have it easier though as you don’t have to stare into a stereogram to get in. For them the mirror simply turns into fog that they walk into and then they are on the other side.’ ‘Are there a lot of people?’ I. The womangot up red faced, smoothed her leather skirt out, tooka long drag on her cigarette before putting it out. “I guess I’ll be back…whenever…” she said in aresigned tone. The woman headed out the front door. Thebartender saw my quizzical look. “See, that’s what I mean honey,” she said as she leanedin close to my ear, “this isn’t exactly your cup oftea.”I laughed, “how do you know that?”“Well, you seem like.