It was no longer a question of whether I'd wear lingeriebeneath my suit. It was a question of what I would wear. And Gracealways decided for me. Th... next day she was leaving for St Simon's inGeorgia with our mothers. She asked me if I'd stay at her place andtake care of things while she was away. Of course, I would. And I knewwhat that meant as well. I'd play maid for her, even though shewouldn't be present to see me. She also expected me to clean ourmothers' apartment as well,. She then leaned against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. My stomach fluttered.Christine turned me a subtle side-glance, and her face arched with the slightest of smiles. We watched the TV for another minute or so, and I heard Matt mumbled something to Mandy. She looked up into his face, smiled – and then my stomach did flip-flops as she softly pressed her lips to his.I am sure that Christine heard my soft intake a breath as the kiss deepened. My cock throbbed joyfully inside its. Who was he?”She answered by shoving herself backwards as much as she could considering her bondage so that she was impaled on the top half of his monster cock. Her eyes clouded with the overwhelming pain as she felt him fill her bowel. She had no idea that he was only half in; but then he drew back, and lunged forward, to the hilt, and she knew. It felt as if there was nothing in her lower body but his cock. She had no idea where it all fit. But it was so large that it rubbed her vaginal tract. I opened it tofind 10 glossy photographs of me and Alison in highly pornographic sexualpositions. They were very graphic. There was also a note enclosed in theenvelope. "Be alongside my car after work tonight. Otherwise everyone ,and I mean everyone will receive copies of the photographs. Just imaginewhat your sister, clients and colleagues will say if they see them." Ofcourse Alison's and my head had been photoshopped onto the bodies of aman and women having intimate sex. But my sister etc.