The belt joined the buttons. “Go to the bar and find us seats. I’ll be there shortly. Get me a martini and a glass of water for yourself.” Susan...could feel her humiliation causing her to blush, and at the same time, could feel a small damn burst somewhere in her pussy. She was in awe as to how fucking hot it made her to be humiliated like this. She knew that the sanest and safest thing to do was to get in her car and head home. Any woman with an ounce of brains and a shred of self respect would. Driving home from school on Thursday, my agent called again. Two songs had sold to a prominent country star, who had been looking for filler on a new album. However, it didn't turn out to be filler. He liked the one I had written first, the "my divorce is final" song, so well he wanted to title the album after it. A third song had sold to an R&B singer, a young up-and-coming star. She was actually rushing to add it to the program of a benefit she would be performing the following evening, and. "OHH, FUUCKK MEE!"The vibrator was sustaining Donna's orgasm in a way she had never experienced before. She kept her fingers on the base, pushing the pleasure-toy deeper into her body, keeping it pressed in as firmly as she could. Then she moved it a bit so the clit vibe could work on her sensitive button, massaging it even as the toy's head thrust forward and backward inside her buzzing like a hive of pissed off bees. The thrill was overwhelming. The pent-up sexual tension, the excitement. The moisture formed on my fingers as I rubbed her gently. She in turn reached forward and undid my pants. I hoisted my sister up by the hips and laid her back down on the staircase. I then got between her legs, pulled her panties all the way down and inserted the tip of my cock into her tight, moist pussy. As I slowly began to thrust, I realized this was not the best position. She was sliding down the staircase as she lay on her back. I stopped what I was doing just long enough to flip.