Oh, how I wanted to orgasm. I kept wondering how much the dildo was stretching me out. Then reality hit me while I was cooking dinner. One of my k**s ...sked me if I hurt myself, because I was walking funny. I could feel my face get very hot. It took everything I had not to start crying right there in front of my c***dren. The rest of the night I made a big effort not look like there was something wrong in front of my k**s. That just added to my humiliation. As I lay down for the night, I. JO P - if you're reading this , I know you have a passion for this sort of thing, but it's not for me, sorry. This BLOKE was markedly less gorgeous, so I hightailed it out of there. When I say I hightailed it out of there, I mean I got my jacket on and JUMPED down a short flight of stairs. In doing so, I turned my ankle over to such an extent I wasstill having physio for it, years later. I crashed out into the back yard and out onto the road. I had No idea where I was, in a completely. ”I smiled. Perfect.“Aside from letting me fuck you, is there anything you would refuse me?”“No.”“If I told you to do something, even if it was incredibly difficult, would you do it?”“Yes.”“If you weren’t able to, would you lie to me?”“No. I would never lie to you.”“Good girl,” I said, and woke her up.Session 47:“Have you enjoyed the last week?”“Yes.““What would make it even better?”“If I could cum.”After waking my sister up, I’d given her some clear instructions. I’d told her that I was jealous. Constance was available to see me. I didn't mind at all since the scenery was very much to my liking, as she'd get up to file papers or wheel her chair around behind the desk to the shredder I enjoyed watching her be the subtle flirt. She had on dark brown pantyhose and black heels which made her appearance nearly unbearable to me. All too soon she looked over at me and said Mr. Constance would see me now and she motioned to a door to the left of her desk. As I walked over to the door I.