I wait…. she reaches up under her lengha and pulls off her panties. She hands them to me. La Perla black with the lace in the front that would have ...how off her well trimmed pussy.“Tell them to put out dinner as soon as it is ready and call Mom to the table…we will go upstairs and you will need your hairbrush”I take a shower and change into my kurto. As I come out of the bathroom, I see Hansa sitting on the bed in our room with her big hairbrush in her hand. Every night she sits in her. At this time I was a 25 year old Cinderella – shy, overweight and self-conscious and a virgin as well. I guess he just felt pity on me when he took me to his hotel room. Suddenly a sound brought me back to the present. I looked up and saw a man standing in front of my table. He was around 50 years with short grey hair. He was dressed in grey slacks and a blue Polo shirt. ‘Excuse me, may I join you?’ His voice and his smile were warm and friendly. ‘Yes, I would like some company,’ I said with a. I loved knowing that I was a good sister. A good sister supports her brother, no matter what.A good sister does everything she is told.“And so I did something a bit unusual...”Tied her up and fucked her, I hoped. It was something I’d suggested we do with a lesbian, if they wouldn’t help please my brother. Women exist to please and serve men. Women exist to please my brother.That was right, wasn’t it? My brow furrowed as I wondered if everyone thought that way ... if I had always thought that. Since my return home I still hadn’t gotten any closer to pussy than the wank mags at work. So when the boys’ trip to Amsterdam came up, I decided to give the other side of life a go. I needed to laid, I was noticing myself that I was becoming more unattractive to the opposite sex by the day. It’s like when you’re with a partner and getting laid all the time, chicks can smell it and they want some of that too. But once you become single, they can smell that too; that stench of desperation. So.