”“I heard from Melanie. How many times did she help you?” Stephanie smirked.“Five. Melanie’s just jealous!” I said.“Five? Forget Melanie... now I’M jealous!” she said, pretending to pout.I wondered if I should say anything to my sister about Jennifer, but decided that it was best if I didn’t at this point. She’d have a very difficult time keeping it to herself, especially given that she and Jennifer talked fairly regularly. I decided that I’d tell Stephanie after I told Jennifer. She’d be upset,. When I arrived home, I had some time to kill so I laid down and took a nap for a couple of hours. When I woke up I looked over at the clock to see that Jennifer would be arriving home very soon. As she entered the front door, she found that I had left her a trail of rose petals for her to follow. She followed the rose petals up the stairs and into our bedroom to find me awaiting her. As she entered the bedroom, I stood up and approached her. She started to speak but I quickly put a finger over. She was at once contrite for her animosity toward him as he helped her, and smolderingly angry with him for stopping her from having her orgasm.Then it occurred to her that she was clean ... and naked. She felt more naked than before.She looked over her shoulder bashfully to see him standing with his back to her, arms folded. He was obviously waiting for her to reciprocate. She thought about getting her hands on those muscles. He expected her to touch him.So she did.She had touched a lot of men. They laid her swelling orbs on the seat and attachedclamps to her nipples tying one end of some string to the clamps and the otherend to the opposite end of the chair so Anne?s nipples were stretchedpainfully. They shoved a spiked dildo up Anne?s cunt and aboard was put under her pussy. On it were brushes with hard bristles pointingat her cunt. They worked together again. While Canegirl shoved her foot up Anne?sass fucking her roughly to get her to grind her pussy over thebristles, Whipgirl.