She couldn't think of anything other than a direct confrontation with Cyril to resolve the problem but would Helen be strong enough to handle it. If t...ere was no other way then she'd just have to hope. One thing was certain, she wouldn't tell Helen what she planned to do until the day it would happen. Giving her time to think about what they were going to do with him would be the worst thing she could do.Charlie rang a little after six. Karen told him the highlights of her week but not about. Never,” he answered.“So then, why would you have sex with another human being without preparing for it? Without training, what are the chances you would be successful?”“What’s your point, sis?” he asked.“It’s something I’ve been thinking about,” she said as she walked around the table. “You and I are both nerds. You’d admit that, right?”Nodding his head, he answered, “We are.”“So then, given that we admit that we’re nerds, what are the chances of either of us ever getting a chance to have sex. She ushered me inside, but I paused on the doorstep. If I was going todo this, I had to do it right. I'd practiced this a hundred times onthe drive down but, unlike my greeting, this was something I couldn'tafford to blow. I had to do it, and I had to do it right, even if allshe did was laugh me off."Well?" she asked. "Are you coming in, or what?"I dropped to my knees on her front porch, where any passing motorist ornosy neighbour could see - as few, and as distant as they might be -and leaned. A moan escaping my lips, eliciting a gently laugh from her."I think I am ready to try your other services Davina," she stateduntying the ribbon from my head and pulling out the gag. She began topull the tight skirt up her legs slowly. I gazed on with rapt attention,the sigh of her skirt moving over her stockings the only sound. As thewhite flesh of her thighs appeared I realised that I had been holding mybreath, I let it out in a contented groan that made Madame smile. Then tomy joy I realise.