My job was to look attractive, and thinking just got in the way of that.He’d found the idea hot - I think he particularly liked the way I came, just...from describing it to him - but ultimately he’d decided against it. I don’t know why, but I trust my brother. I do whatever my brother says. I would never question my brother.Sometimes I considered going out on my own and kidnapping a woman to help get my brother off, but something about it felt wrong.“I hypnotized her.”God, what a brilliant idea.. Perhaps there really was something to this SM, I thought.This time she had better sense than to talk straight away. I took her by the hands, still tied, and moved her to the edge of the bed. I sat her down and wordlessly pressed two fingers against her lips. She hungrily opened her mouth and engulfed them, sucking hard and wetly. I let her continue, her breath hot on my digits, as I touched her erratically. I left her again uncertain of where I would touch her next- first her breast, then her. After practice, I washed the chlorine off my body and out of my hair in the girls’ showers, but I wasn’t as satisfied by my new lusty morning ritual as I had been the day before. Even if I was surrounded by dozens of other showering girls, I was isolated enough in my cubicle to climax in private, something that wasn’t so exciting to me anymore. But hey, an orgasm’s an orgasm, even if it leaves you wanting more. And I did want more. I breezed through the whole day, the dull ache between my legs. She picked an olive off her salad and deflty fitted her pinky finger into the cut-out hole. "Want one?" she offered him her olived finger. He leaned in. She extended her finger toward him. Eyes on her, he closed his mouth around her finger, popping the olive off with his tongue. Her lips curled mischievously, smiling a smile for no one else but him. Pulling her finger from his mouth, she cupped her hand on the side of his face and then kissed him softly.He sighed as her lips left his, and.