Doreen, can you pass me the clothes brush, please?” The younger sister asked.Soon, I found myself in the familiar “bent over” position across Ma...reen Hannah’s knees as Nicola sat uncomfortably on the leather sofa next to Doreen. The eighteen-year-old was sitting uncomfortably due to the heat coming from her well-smacked bottom and also due to the fact that she was so aroused from spanking me and also from being spanked herself. She shuffled around as she watched Maureen on the high-backed. Over the months when I couldn't decide on the final design for my back tattoo we've become quite close, always sharing ideas and teasing each other. Now he's smiling crookedly at me and saying: “I was afraid you changed your mind.” “Never,” I reply with a wink. When I take off my coat he grunts with annoyance: “Do you have to always dress so sexy? How am I supposed to work while you're so distracting?” I laugh and say: “Well you better figure it out since I'm only keeping on the skirt today.”. That was a week or so ago. Things got fun fast after that kitchen treat. That night she came over after her shift ended. She showered at my place, to wash off all that restaurant stink. I was in the bedroom when she came in and dropped her towel. We were still in bed going at it hard when we decided to skip class the next morning. We ordered out, ate a naked lunch, and spent the day on every piece of furniture in the place. Things only got better from there.And now we’re here, this story. She’s. ‘WE have a forensics unit?’ I interrupt. I know that we do. ‘Yeah, they said the body they have down there is well, becoming mush and the DNA is breaking down at it’s base structure or something like that, I don’t speak techno-babble.’ He says quietly. ‘So, does that mean I’m the real deal, then?’ I say. ‘Well, not so fast there Omen. Just because the body of you they have is becoming goo, doesn’t mean you aren’t the real deal. You are going to be placed under house arrest till we can get this.