And while this displeased him greatly, it gave me time to read, or do the homework I should have done the night before.My sister on the other hand was...a different mater. Her name is Rachel, and while she shares my freckles, that's the only major resemblance we have. She's a year older than me at 20, standing at 5'5", and about 130 lbs. She has the brown eyes of our parents, and short cut black hair. She's dyed it black since she was 13, her natural hair colour being blonde. Her reasons for. I get in my usual rhythm, steady and hard, the snapping noise echoes in the room. Her cheeks getting beet red, small welts blooming on both sides. I see you off to the side fingering your cunt - clearly getting off on your cousin's torment. This makes me smile."What do you think of this sadistic bitch cousin of yours t? Look at the whore finger banging herself while you get your ass beat?" Of course she can't answer. "Daddy, don't you think it's time for some after care?" you ask me."Remove the. She was working very hard, many days and evenings spent out with clients showing them real estate. But that was what she loved to do, so it never seemed taxing to her. She was herself her firm's top salesman, and we were banking most of her high commissions on each sale, because we didn't need them to live on. Financially we were set. As she pointed out, the difference between more money than you need and a lot more money than you need is no difference at all. We had no children, and no plans. The results of that were anticlimactic too. A mousy looking man came out, called out a name and handed whoever answered a piece of paper. One of the other’s name was called first, and as he looked at the paper he cursed, wadded it up, tossed it in a corner, and stomped out. Waggoner was called before Wilson. The paper told them they’d passed, and to report to the academy for an interview and room assignment. That was it. On the way out, Nathan picked up the paper the other man had thrown away..