I didn't know about them at first until I talked aboutWhateley with Mom and that's when she mentioned the combat classes, thetraining teams, and the c...mbat finals. Apparently, one staple ofWhateley is that everyone has to take these classes and even form teamsfor the purposes of arena-style combat. If you didn't choose or form ateam on your own, you were essentially forced into one of the school'schoosing. Now I had always been against violence and my time in SanFrancisco with the Smiths and. "Okay, okay, Sir! Please, please stop! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you say, just please stop!" She sobbed.I let her arm go but didn't let her get up just yet. "Stay put," I told her. I began rubbing her heated ass with my hand comforting her burning flesh and showing her that her punishment was over. She stopped crying and settled down, allowing me to caress her tender ass. As I rubbed her cheeks in ever-widening circles I moved slowly down towards her thighs and then between them gently. “Accessible!” the red silk had a wide slit in them, which perfectly framed her own smooth-shaven, hairless slit. There was enough of a gap to show her perfect little love button, which was swollen and a bright pink. Amber seemed to go weak in the knees and sank onto the chair as she continued to stare upward at Cathie’s moist pussy. “Go ahead, Dear,” Cathie whispered, a husky, lustful sound to her voice. “Do what you really want to,” Cathie reached out, placed a manicured hand on top of. As she started to fall asleep with the picture stuck in her mind, her body jolted as she realized her hand was down her panties. She was so surprised that this was happening, why would she be turned on by her 11 year old brother? She couldn’t help it, she kept her hands down her panties and rubbed herself off. Shortly after she climaxed, she fell asleep.The next morning she didn’t talk much at breakfast. She was too freaked out by the whole situation.“Honey are you okay?” Her mom.