My Sister Tormentor Chapter NineMy head was not happy Sunday morning as I was jolted awake by an alarmklaxon from my phone. It was not the stabbing, ...linding pain that mostpeople associate with a hangover, but it was enough to make me a littlegroggy as I reached for my phone and disabled the alarm. I didn'tactually remember coming home from the bar the night before and for somereason I was on the couch. I sighed and shook my head, as I noticed Iwas still dressed in that ridiculous blue. Her skin was far more hydrated than mine because the old seemed to spread rather than soak in. “Ooh, I can feel the warmth of the oil, it feel wonderful,” she said as I massaged her back. “I know. I'm so glad that you brought it. In fact, I'm really glad that it was you that brought it,” I replied. I tried to mimic the way and time she spent massaging me. When it came time to do the backs of her legs, she wasted no time spreading her legs so that I could kneel between them. I started with her. Agatha was a good lay, but she was older than he was used to. Mr. Roma liked the young sluts that liked old men and their big pockets.Lisa came back into the room. She looked great in her outfit. She wore a blue suit with a white blouse. She had on stockings and nice pumps. Mr. Roma wanted to see a little more of his hot secretary.“You can put the coffee down on the desk.”While she was getting his coffee, he raised the temperature high and at an uncomfortable level. He could see she was. Then dad dropped the bomb on me that he was running the ad this weekend while they were away. He said it would be good for me to handle the responsibility of selling it, but I knew he was doing it to make sure I didn't stray too far from the house because people would be calling. Not that I had anywhere to really go these days, not since Becky had broken things off a few weeks ago. Now I went to class, worked at Starbucks and moped around. I'd managed the weekend off in case something fun came.