"Well, I sure wouldn't turn any of this down. You are still being paid, correct?"I love my sister so much. She always sees how to get the most from li...e's rich bounty."Yes, ma'am. If we can just overlook this debacle." Ooh, nice word choice, Cindy" Thank you, sir." Cindy, I like what you're offering and I'll overlook the fact that you spied on me, because I'm sure that you've covered your ass with that contract with my boss. But I think my brother from another mother deserves something out of. “Occupied,” I called out.“Open the door,” Mac’s deep-voiced sounded.I pounced on the door. Flinging it open, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside. I felt frantic. I needed to feel him inside me. “Fuck me, Mac. Right here. I want you to make me cum right here and right now,” I begged. “There are people right outside this door. What if we get caught?” he chastised; his hands cupping my ass.“Screw the people outside. Please, Mac. I’m about to burst,” I pleaded.“I don’t know,” he said,. Over time, Karen began to share with me the more intimate details of her life with her husband. She treasured them, sharing them with me in small bits and pieces. Not that she couldn’t remember them clearly and succinctly within her mind, she just couldn’t adequately form into words the images that she remembered and so deeply cherished. Gradually I formed a pretty clear picture of some of those times. It had been years since I had written anything short of trying to tell an actual story. I’d. I pushed open the door and moved through, looking down at the floor. "You called me, master?" I asked."Come in, slave." he said. I closed the door and hurried in to obey. My master sat on a thickly cushioned chair, two slave boys waving tall palm fronds to cool him. I moved to him and knelt at his feet."My member requires your attention, slave." he said, casually, as though telling me for a cup of water. I crawled up into his lap and opened his breeches, taking his limp member between my soft,.