"Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten f...om you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order. And then Corbin, lying on the floor with his head between his chosen audience member's legs, simulated oral sex on her though her jeans. I felt a sharp ‘pang’ deep down below and suddenly wished it had been me that he had chosen. It was a longing I hadn't felt in quite some time, pure and unrelenting.The performers were providing a steady stream of dances, as they all took turns taking the stage so they could get changed in between their acts. I could feel myself becoming less anxious about. I had gotten off easy the first time. I expected her to tell everyone she knows and everyone I know and make my life a living hell. I chalked it up to her forgetting about it.Speaking objectively, my sister was quite good looking. She had long, dish-water blonde hair down slightly below shoulder length, small slender legs and a petite, very fit body that was in great shape from all the activity she did.When younger she was a bit of a Tomboy, playing baseball and other sports as well as climbing. “I have a pair of twin virgins waiting backstage for you, Ms. Escamilla.”“Twins?” I asked. “Oh, my, that’s more than I requested.”“Well, I am certain the Cavanaugh twins are virgins, and I let them inhale your panties, so they are under your control. Enjoy them.”“Twins,” I groaned. Part of me wanted to save them for Chloe or Mildred, but I wasn’t under any specific orders to do that. Besides, they weren’t here. My futa-dick throbbed in my panties. “I’ll leave you to manage the assembly.”“I’ll.