I didn’t know what to do or say. So I just nodded and fetched some water and went to the hall.After some time, she called me for dinner. I went to t...e dining table. It was completely dark with just a candle on the table. I just sat on the chair. She came towards me and started serving. She was still in her bra.Divya: I have never had a candlelight dinner, let’s enjoy it together.She then came towards me to serve. My sister was so close to me that her boobs were inches away from my face. I felt. .... There was no denying it now. Forever a cum eating whore to entertain at her whim.Knowing it too, sitting in a little thong soaked in precum and my cock wet from the powerful orgasm she had let me have into my own hand.I could hardly look in her gleaming eyes.We both knew it..My fate had been sealed, as she turned back to pick up her phone to check on her messages and see if her stud had been back in touch to tell her to get her pussy ready for his cock"A real little bitch boy aren't you". "Close your eyes." Stephanie did as she was told, closing her mouth unconsciously as well. She tried to steady her breathing, but it quivered in her chest, where butterflies seemed to play freely now. Erik released her and soon a blindfold was put into place where his hand had been covering her eyes. Stephanie smiled and took in a small breath through her mouth. She then felt her hands individually being tied at the wrist with soft rope, then ends of the rope being left to dangle to the floor.. They would rather think of Ireland as a place of happy leprechauns, drunken and merry, rather than the true tragedy of Bridget’s homeland. Bridget sighed, despairing for her adopted countrymen. Before her was a half-full bottle of Jameson, a chipped ashtray brimming with butts and ash, and a damply empty glass. The red-haired lass fixed the glass’s fault, and stared down balefully with her green eyes at the letter set down before her on the warped wood of the wobbly table. It was then that a.