“Basically, if you want to avoid causing a scene, we’ll need to make sure he gets off.” The salesgirl’s face was painted with a complex series...of emotions: fear, reluctance, shame, awe, and desire to name a few. Finally, she sighed and, to my surprise, slipped inside the curtain. “Okay, that makes sense. I’m going to hide in here so nobody sees me and tries to come over here. Go ahead and finish, but please hurry up.”Mom’s eyes locked with mine in the mirror, “Did you hear that baby? She wants. “I bought this bench on vacation last year, picked up many of the tools at the same time. Nice stuff, though I don’t do much woodwork any more.” He pulled out a sort of L-shaped iron. “This is called a valet in French, or holdfast, used to hold stuff down on the bench top.” He walked around to the other side of the bench, pulling her down onto her stomach across it. Putting the long part of the iron into a hole in the top, he hooked the chain of the cuffs under the short part and reached down. I remembered then that Lydia was a photographer and would be taking a record of this first fuck for her dear friend.My sister stood up then, straddled my cock, her slit about a foot above me. She had a finger pressed inside her swollen slit. I stroked slowly, watching my sister masturbate above his cock. When her body started to shake I reached up and held her steady so she wouldn't fall. Her first orgasm was thunderous. Well it was a scream...but not one anyone outside the room could. There was nothing worth watching so I returned home, I had to tell my mother I was moving out anyway. When I got there, Heather and her were sitting chatting away like long lost sisters, and it was obvious that they were getting on fine together. This was going to be easier than I thought."Look mum, I will be moving out, the job I have provides me with accommodation and I have to move in, Bosses orders." I thought you were joining the Police?" Until then I have to eat. I'm a personal security.