Every skinny inch of it was mine. But I wanted more. I wanted more of his time and attention. I wanted more of his cock in my mouth but, despite th... frequency, my gag reflex had not improved. Each night he’d sit on a chair in his bedroom while I knelt down before him and sucked his dick. Each night he’d aggressively grab my head to try to help me take more of him. Each night it ended with me gagging at the same depth and a pool of spit accumulating on his dick and chair. I’d drive home. Marge had that smile again. She led me upstairs and into a room that looked just like those dudgeon rooms on the videos. “This is Dominique” Marge said “she will look after you”. I stared at the woman standing there. She was tall and dressed in a latex body suit, thigh high boots and a face mask with just her eyes and mouth visible. I turned to say something to Marge but she had already gone. “Strip” shouted Dominique. I hesitated. “NOW” she shouted and slapped her thigh with this thing that. For example I know that despite both of your favorite colors being purple, you like a darker shade of purple while Becky likes a lighter shade. I know that you prefer kickball to her baseball and that also reflects in your fighting style, not to mention that in video games you prefer the story while Becky likes the gameplay. Look I can go on but my point is you don't have to do something just because your sister is doing it. To be honest I was surprised you didn't take the neurology test, you. I was in the storgage room for about 15 min when i heard the door to the next room open and close i new it was miss m . both rooms shared a air vent so it was easy to hear what was going on in both rooms. after about 5 min i climbed the shelving to peek through the vents had a perfect view from above of miss m. she was sitting on couch at the end of room going through papers the way she was sitting was a way she would never of sat in class she had one leg on the floor and the other pulled up to.