Not only was it her half sister and friend, but she was obviously with another man. Michelle sat on down on the bed, staring at the camera in her hand... an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. But the feeling wasn’t because she’d just discovered that her sister was cheating on her live in boyfriend it was more because that the image of her sister had started to turn her on. She tried to rationalize what she had felt over the image. She’d never felt the urge to be with a woman, she had always. She pushed up with her arms and sat back on her haunches. She looked around. Her dress wasn't there. Nor were her other clothes, or the slut. The note lay next to her. She still didn't want to read it, but some compulsion in her wouldn't let her leave it alone. She reached over and picked it up. Standing up, she turned the paper over to read it."I could've cuffed your other hand."She felt cold fear spike through her gut, but it melted in the hot lava rushing up from her pussy. It remembered. She said, "Well your father really wants you back in school.” I starred at her because she wasn’t being very convincing.At some point I realized she had placed her hands on my knees what I assume was to help her keep her balance while in her Johnny Bench position between my open legs. This was kinda arousing to me even though I despised her. During her rambling she must have noticed that I know had a semi hard-on slightly making a tent in my boxers because she had stopped talking for the first. He had a machine, it was monstrous it looked mean.Next I noticed a little girl who had the gutsTo admit she wished she had a pair of nuts.This machine had a pair of racksTo where we were both strapped down naked onto our backsWhat happened next made it impossible to relax.How could I? with so many pointy needles stuck into me everywhereincluding my wood.It made me reconsider my resolve, I did not feel good.I felt sick and pale, paralyzed with fear I was afraid to tell thatmaybe I didn't want.