She was being my sister, but doing something sisters don’t do to their brothers. Well, at least most sisters don’t. It was like being in two alter...ate universes at the same time. That might be why I didn’t have anything to say about the fact that I had, in fact, called her stupid at least a hundred times. My silence didn’t seem to bother her, though.“I like this,” she sighed.“I do, too,” I panted.She looked up at my face.“Has any other girl ever done this to you?”“I wish,” I panted.“Not even. Smitha's body shivered as she felt Pushpa's thighs on hers. She limped back her body on hers. Pushpa's hands then traveled from her shoulder to her waist and encircling her she pulled Smitha's body to hers.Smitha melted in her arms.Pushpa on having Smitha in her hold pushed her hand down on her waist and as she caressed her soft belly she slipped her hand inside her waistband and holding her tucked sari, she pulled it out and dragged it out of her body.Smitha moaned as she felt her sari being. We had plenty." What's it like, really, to live the way you did. Those first years with Jack must have been pure hell." Those were the best years. I was on a sexual high for the first three years. Everything was new and exciting. After a while, that shit gets old. It never got boring, but it did get old." You once told me he made you wear a dog collar everywhere." Yes, for the first three years. Remember, it had the inscription, 'Bitch Whore' engraved on a brass plate. Wear something like that. I want twenty of those 40 foot containers that you have delivered to my place. I'm paying with plastic." I responded. "I want them here by Monday at the latest." No problem, you'll have them Monday morning, first light." His promise was good so I gave him the card number and told him goodbye.I went in the house and gave the word to the up timers that I had the units coming and that we could start packing the stuff we get in them. I wanted the containers inventoried with manifests for each. I.