And my mind was jumping to conclusions I had dreamed about...I hoped she had sex with me but unfortunately I wasn't that lucky..."How much younger?" M... sister replied by saying it was when we were in our early teens (Id rather not give specifics), I remembered back then sharing a sleeping space with my sister when staying at our Aunt & Uncle's house...pretty much a basement lounge area around the TV and couches. "So...what did you do?" My sister started to get really embarrassed all of the. Mrs. brinson taught several subjects including art and i would show up to her class half an hour before school even started and spend the same amount of time in her class after school had ended. i would spend the extra time drawing or painting as we chatted about different things. i knew i was one of her favorite students so i felt comfortable in her presence and catching a glimpse of her lovely legs was an added bonus. one afternoon while sitting at an easel which i positioned so i. Then he told me: obey, follow every command, do not resist, do not attempt to refuse or reject, and no more than pleasant stimulation will be used, if at any time I do not cooperate 100%, I know what setting will be used. That did certainly not leave any options, I knew if I wanted out at some point, I had to do as he told me to.Then he released me from all restraints, not without ordering me to do as told - and another few hours of bondage and tease/torture in his playroom followed. I actually. He unconsciously started pulling his pud as he watched her lithe body moving through the water. Quite suddenly he felt something new. It was a sort of pressure in his whole body. His stiff penis felt REALLY good, except that it was also painful. He groaned and his hand started moving faster. It felt so good he closed his eyes. Jill saw him and stood up. She pointed and Mark and Chrissy also stood up, watching."What's he doing?" Chrissy said."It feels really good to do that." her brother.