We continued our chat for a few minutes when I asked her, by way of conversation, if she was staying in the hotel.Claire responded, "Yes, I'm in room ...40 just across the hall from you!".The penny dropped. I stuttered, "Oh yes, I saw you this morning didn't I, picking up your newspaper..." And trailed off into an embarrassed silence. I could feel myself flushing red."Indeed you did!" she replied, "and you're the woman I saw kissing the maid goodbye, presumably after spending the night with her,. It was the sister. She looked nervously around the room. She gave me a thin sort of smile and said “hi,” even though we’d never met.Then she said, “You must be Mischa. I’m Tara. I’m Bec’s sister – well, one of them.” She kind of rattled it off like she was following a script – like she didn’t care about me one way or the other. I expect that from people now. I guess I’m used to it.She had the same weird accent that Bec has. From up close, they looked really similar. They looked like sisters. I. 30 am only. My grandfather had breakfast ready for me. After breakfast he asked me cut college and took me inside my mom’s bedroom and showed me the bottom shelf of her cupboard, she had a few packs of condoms and a few carpenters tool handles that resembled dicks and said my mom was hungry but he did not know how to take it forward and he said we both should feed her hunger. As he was talking he slipped his hand inside my dhothi and started feeling my hard on and started shaking it, and as he. Then he grabbed the back of my head and thrust it all the way in. I was gagging. I couldn't breathe. He just laughed. "I said take it all". I just kept on sucking his cock. Tears in my eyes. My lips and chin are covered in spit from my throat. Every few strokes he would thrust into my throat. This went on for a few minutes. He would speed up. Then slow down. Now I was deepthroating his cock without even thinking about it. He laughed as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. "I knew you were a good.