Debbie lightly stroked the area but Cutter pushed down on her head and buried her face in the crack of his ass. "Push Debbie, push hard.", he cried, "... want your tongue inside my asshole." With her head pushed so deeply into his ass slot Debbie could hardly breathe. She knew the only way to stop his pushing is to do what he wanted. Rolling her tongue into a point she placed it in the center of his asshole and pushed with all her might. It worked as she felt the sphincter muscle give way a. First of all she missed her big brother. We bonded a lot while she was away. We would text constantly and call multiple times a week. We really got to know each other better. So now that we’re living together again, it’s like we’re actually friends, not just siblings. Second, she’s bored. She kind of lost most of her friends either because of them gossiping about her being raped by our dad, or simply because she moved away and lost contact. So now that she’s back, she doesn’t really have many,. She had gotten used to sucking him off, she knew how he liked it, her gag reflex had long gone. She took him deep into her mouth know he would not last too long if she kept going the way she was. She wanted his cum, she needed it. It is what made her day worthwhile, it is what kept her alive. He was like a drug to her, she needed a fix. She need him. Her mouth got ready for the inevitable, for her prize. She sucked him with one last suction feeling his body tense up. He grunted and held her. Watching the screen intently, she realised she liked talking to him a lot. “Here’s the thing,” he typed. “Submission allows you to be who you really are. Not everyone is a table thumper. Not men, and not women. Let’s agree there is inequality out there. That’s a given. And I admire those who wish to redress imbalances. But everyone is different. One table thumper may be different to the next. One quiet person may be different from the next. Submission itself is forgiving. Submission allows.