" And how many times did you touch the body that I own, without permission, slut? Oh yes, I said it. You think The Demon is the only one you are all t...ose nasty things for?" No, Sir. I am every one of them. I can only count one time I touched myself, without permission, Sir." Very good, Adrian. You got them all. I will change the count to 4. That last one was a very emotional one. I approve of everything you did on that one, so we will drop it." Thank you, Sir." Now, the first one is a very. I knew she had a boyfriend, but I was naive enough to believe that they were just "friends". I had never even seen them hold hands, but when I came home unexpectedly early on Tuesday, I thought I had the house to myself until I saw a man's jeans on the floor of the sala, and my sister's bra and panties on the settee. I felt confused. Surely this couldn't be my sister upstairs with a man! But I could definitely hear her voice, husky and strange now, and I could hear the sound of her bed. "This will be my last year running this camp," he said. "This is a full-time position, and I'll be spending my summers scouting and working on Maryland's clinics." Oh, yeah," I said. "You're out in the real world now, aren't you? No more farting around in the summers."He laughed. "If you can call getting paid to play and teach soccer real world, I guess I am," he said. He looked at me seriously for a moment. "But then, you are too, aren't you, Boss?"His analysis took me by surprise. I had to. The last thing I wanted was them popping out of my bra and bouncing across the floor. I went to the bedroom and stripped. I removed the breast-forms and using medical adhesive on each one, I pressed them firmly into place and held them for a few minutes. Satisfied that they weren’t going anywhere, I slipped into my white satin robe, noticed the unsightly bulge of my small penis and promptly raided the lingerie drawer for some white panties. I turned off the bath and went downstairs and.