I wanted to be there myself.” “I want you too, Mark.” She said softly. “There is no other person in my life that I want and need more than yo..., right now. You have to believe me.” Mark’s hands framed her face, pushing back her hair in the process. His mouth covered hers again in a kiss that made her head spin. Even though they had kissed before, it was never like this. His lips tasted and clung to hers. A warmth swept down her body affecting her skin, his hands stroked her back and down to. I was so horny and my cock throbbed as she continued to stroke me as she looked into my eyes. I knew she was tasting my slippery pre cum as I felt her swallow me deep before taking my full balls in her fingers and rolling them around teasing me even more of my shaft. Reaching down I ran my fingers through her hair and she purred in response to my actions. The way she responded told me to continue so I placed my hands on the side of her head and guided her actions. I loosing control of myself as. Or sold as livestock, and I need to be presented for a final inspection. My sister leaves me to my new owner, and she moves to the other bed. Where I am free to watch while she removes her skirt and top.“I’m going to take a long hot shower. You two have fun, and make sure that you lock the outside door before you start anything. The last thing we need are any unwanted guests.”My sister’s cheerleader uniform is left abandoned on the floor. My eyes follow my naked sister around the room, and. I was born in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, to a Somali immigrant father, Malik Osman, and a white Canadian mother, Genevieve Gilbert. I moved to Ontario for higher education basically because I was tired of being practically the only brown face in the town where I lived. I attended an all-white high school, trust me when I say it wasn’t easy for me. As the youngest of three, I sometimes feel like I drew the short end of the stick in my family’s genetic lottery. What do I mean by that? My.