“YES!” she squealed in delight. “May this one ask a question?” I nod at her, my brain coming up with scenarios so disgusting Larry Flynt would...balk at them.“Are those pictures of you fucking mom?” she asked sounding like the sister I grew up with.“Not just pictures, videos too,” I tell her with a little pride.“Would Sir mind sharing them with this undeserving set of holes?” she asked staring at the image of our mom her face covered in mascara and cum.“Come sit here,” I say patting my lap, “But. "Cathy ... I was waiting in the car, so I didn't see ... but the Police said she stepped off the kerb without looking round ... but the driver appeared to be under the influence of something and was driving too fast. There will have to be an inquest, I suppose." Well, come and make yourself at home, Den. I have a bottle of Auchentoshan that's rather good; will you have some?" You know, I think I will, Frank. Just a little water, please."It was very good whisky, and they made serious inroads. Ellen had a similar one and Helen was sure her sisters was in place when she felt her sister starting the last part of their self-bondage adventure together.Helen first made sure she had on her charm bracelet with her sisters keys dangling from it. Then, she carefully wrapped each of her wrists in her leather handcuffs and buckled it as tightly as she could. She had practiced this time and time again so she could do it blindfolded and today, her practice paid off. She reached down and picked up. Squirt. Squirt. White creamy jizz.I continued to stroke his cock, squeezed the last drop of cum onto the desk.He took my hand away, “All done, thanks, I needed that!”“I enjoyed it too. You’ve got a lovely cock and a super-sized pair of nuts.”He grabbed the box of Kleenex from the corner of his desk and handed me several. I wiped the cum off my hand and from his desk too.“What made you think I’d be receptive to such a suggestion?”“Hell, I had nothing to lose. If you refused, I’d never see you.