He was making me work for my own satisfaction.I whispered, “Brute.”He tensed for a millisecond, not long enough for me to prepare for his full-thr...ttled plunge. I gasped. If only I could reach down and touch myself. I couldn’t, and he knew it.Matt found his rhythm, his self-pleasing rhythm. And enjoyed himself. I was on the brink, just on that very edge ... please, please, please. My head was thrashing from side to side. I moaned, eyes still squeezed tightly.In my ... need, in my anxiousness, I. However, if I was around peopleit was more difficult. I had some control over my words and actions,but anything that was completely uncharacteristic of Sophie's behaviourwas vetoed. For the most part I would say what she would say, act likeshe would act, and nobody ever noticed any difference. At her job Iacted just like her around my co-workers, and performed all her usualduties without hesitation. I hated myself every time I would smile orflirt with a man at the office, but I couldn't do much. She really was dressed to impress.It's funny, I could see her in bed with my father, the Fosters, Connie or any of the men and women that frequent our house and wouldn't get remotely jealous, yet seeing her like that knowing she'd made a special effort to look good for a prick like Bristoll, a prick who could break into a house and forcibly rape two innocent girls, could.'All in a good cause though little brother, all in a good cause.'She wore the currently fashionable short and tight fitting. It seemed to be better for Sian; there was a bit more friction than normal, and she had quite a good come.We then had a nap, and Vee woke us at five with another cup of tea. As Sian and I sat up on the mattress, and Vee sat on the floor against the wall, she asked "How did that go? Did it work for you?"Sian replied in the affirmative."I want to try that sitting up face to face position later, but that worked pretty well for me. Jon got all hot and puffy, so I think it was okay for him too.".