"No. I'm not. I promised. But my dress isn't going to ride up." How come?" I asked, taking her hand. We neared the door to Emilio's, a very trendy Ita...ian bistro in the west end."It's too tight, goof." It is tight," I agreed in admiration. Cassie laughed at my tone of awe.Emilio's was a cross between a French Cafe and an Italian Bistro. The food was fusion Mediterranean with traces of Middle East and North African spices meeting French and Italian dishes. It was loud and bustling and busy with. My sister reached round and down to my button and undid my flies and pulled my trousers to my knees followed swiftly by my pants. My cock stood out rigid and my sister took it into her hand and begun to wank me very lightly and slowly, each movement of her hand sent spine tingling pulses of pleasure up my spine, she cupped my balls and started to giggle them in her hands. Kim by now wanted me to finger her so i slipped my finger into her wet pussy, my finger slipped in easily, her tight pussy. " she had turned away, just as preistesses had seized the hair of Syne and Elise and borne them away to the Temple.Her life had been a nightmare since then. She had, for possibly months, spent 16 hours a day as a test subject for the aptly named Preistesses of Pain. The remaining 8 hours, she was bound up in some dark corner, like to this statue, and left in the most painful position possible to "rest", and fed some vile meal that she still devoured out of sheer hunger before being forgotten. The Wench knelt on the board floor, regarding Bianca serenely. "Good evening Bianca. How was school?" Her eyes flicked to Inez and she gave a short nod of greeting that Inez returned. Inez hung back, parking herself against the wall just outside the door.Also present were the four 'yard boys': Boris, the Gardener (now, since Charles' elevation to Overseer, the Groundskeeper), his two assistants Pete and Phillippe, and Ed the Carpenter. Charles looked up and frowned, "Is Jorge around?" No, Sir.".