‘Yeah, I guess it’s pretty funny, huh?’ I joke and look to my husband for support. Neal is good at these situations. He breaks the attention awa... from me, but my brother smiles at me, almost as if he’s ashamed for me. Well, it’s an odd mix of shame and desire. I realize he thinks of me as exotic, something he longs to be, but neither of his wives, or my mother or sister, nor him got an ounce of. The LAST word I would use to describe my brother is ‘exotic.’ Let’s put it this way, if there was a. A kindly older woman patted my hand. "You must have over done your run,honey, and blacked out." She's just having a panic attack," another responded.Someone handed me a paper bag to breathe in, as I was struggling withthe commotion around me. Sometime after that, in my periphery, uphurried a paramedic, behind him another was pushing a gurney with alarge medical kit on it.He knelt on the ground and held a light to my eyes. "Did you hit yourhead on the ground when you fell?" I.." She fell hard,. My mind floated to a land of satin, nylon, and panties that brought pleasure. I pulled the sheet over me and inhaled the aroma of her bedding. It was intoxicating and my arousal grew to the point that I wasn’t sure I could hold off with jerking my cock to its final moment when I would lose all control and spew my load of cum all over the panties and my hairless body.I felt pressure on my shoulder, and then a hand slipped under the sheet. It was warm and explored my body, I was in a dream state. She shook her head again, frantically, making smothered cries into the gag. ‘You’ve grown much more worldly these past few days, Constance. Not all that long ago, you wouldn’t have known what I meant by that. Now, I see that you do. You guess correctly, sweet sister. As you and Enrique chose not to honor your part of the bargain, I see no reason to honor mine.’ His fingers, cold with some greasy substance, parted her buttocks. Constance fought to free herself, wrenching her bound body side to.