But this was the first time someone else had touched me. The sensation was so much more then I had ever dreamed to it to be.“This is your one and on...y chance,” my brother whispered in my ear. “Say red-light and I’ll stop and untie you. If you don’t say it now I’m going have my way with you.”I felt like I was at war with myself and at that moment I couldn’t tell you which desire was stronger. The desire for my brother to unlock the handcuffs and untie me or the desire for him to take me and do. "Jess?" I whispered, walking into her room. Her clothes were strewn across the floor and she was completely naked, her cute young ass jiggling as she sobbed. "Just leave me alone, Luke," she said, waving her arm at me to leave. "He's right, I am pathetic." No you're not," I answered, sitting on the bed next to her and rubbing her back."I am. He's right. I'm a pathetic slut looking for instant gratification with whoever is available," she cried. When I didn't leave, she turned towards me and. "I like wearing these shirts before going to bed, they are very comfortable for me." Tracy giggled. I thought they looked very hot on her. I mean her tits stood proud with pointy nipples sticking out, plus I am pretty sure she was not wearing panties. She found some sweat pants for me. We decided to watch a movie before bed and got on the couch under a blanket. Tracy was acting more like a girl my age rather than a woman my mom's age. We were eating popcorn when I dropped on and reached for it. Next came the setting up of my house. With help from my friends, and a promise to allow my house to be used for parties in return, I had a whole lot of friends and wife’s helping me out. Soon the bedroom was done, the living room had decent furniture and the only thing lacking was the kitchen set-up.A few knocks on the neighbor’s door and the word spread. The next day, I was out and one of my friend’s wife came home and dealt with the maid and confirmed at a decent salary. She was a bangladeshi.