With a forceful tug he pulls me right back into him so my face is lined up with his ass. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and try to push away, but he...s too strong. I can't breathe and realize that I need some release, so I hesitantly put my tongue out. All I feel with my tongue is skin, and I figure I must be licking somewhere in his crack. As he feels my tongue he lets up on the pressure around my neck and pulls the sweats from around it, but I continue. I slowly start to slide my tongue up. I knew exactly what she was feeling. And I felt terrible that it was my fault that she felt it. That was not my job; parents are the ones who tear you down. A sister, especially one who knew what you were going through, were supposed to hold you up. I needed to fix this for Dana. But how? I could afford not to do this part, but I wasn't lying. The production was too close, it would fall apart if I left. There was only one way for this to work out. And I didn't know if either of us was up for. When he arrived, he complemented us on the wonderful smell of dinner cooking and seeing his cocktail mixings ready, he was ecstatic. He sat down, made himself one. After dinner he was about to prepare another for himself, when he turned and asked for two more glasses, and immediately began to mix three cocktails. He smiled giving both us girls one saying for all our hard work on his birthday, we deserved it. We eagerly drank the cocktail, which I am sure he had added extra soda to make it sweet. Brandon walked over to the bed and sat beside her, looking at her small, sweet face the whole time. Her pale, dewy skin made a stark contrast with her black hair and dark orbs. Her nose was blunt, but that could do nothing to diminish her beauty. In contrast to the blonde Irish girls around, she was so different. Probably why she stood out everywhere. ‘Are you okay?’ he decided to begin the conversation somewhere. She nodded in reply. ‘You weren’t at thecafé today, so I was wondering…’ ‘I was.