But you see – sex toys just are not my thing. At all. Kinda like some people never get the hang of bidets, or quinoa, or menstruation cups, or sauna..., or oral sex (both giving and receiving). Everyone knows it’s good for you, and it makes 99.9% of all people very happy, but sometimes you just end up in that 0.1%. People think you’re a naysayer, when all you really are is a ‘sorry, I think I must be doing this wrong, this isn’t fun at all, what are y’all talking about, nothing is. One hand on Jake's cock, his balls in my mouth, the other squeezing Tammy's round tit, this was working well for me. But I was getting exited myself now, I needed to get that smooth curved cock down my throat. I took it from Tammy, and down my throat. I love sucking cock, there is something that excites me deep down when I can get one all the way in my mouth, fighting the gag reflex, watching the man's reaction. Jake's was not disappointing. He moaned, and trusted into my face. Tammy's breath. This bathroom was so fancy, so opulent, a huge malachite green tub that must have been carved from one block of stone, gold plated spouts and faucets. The tub had jets, installed, Denise told me, in the 1930s, when the rest of the world didn't know they existed. The toilet was made from the same rock as the bathtub, and the seat looked as if it were from some fancy wood usually used for guitars, rosewood maybe, but it was so dark and heavy, I think it was ebony...the floor was a beautiful tile. I wish I could do this all day. I love it, I truly do. It’s so relaxing - it gets me so wet. I’m so turned on - your cock turns your little sister on so much. I love being a slut for my brother. I love being my big brother’s little pleasure slut. I’m your little sister slut - I’ll do anything for you.”“Sshhh,” he said in response - I’d surprised even myself, calling myself his little sister slut. Obviously it had put him off ... but I couldn’t stop. The floodgates had opened, and I couldn’t.