"I was nonplussed. Grant smiled cheerily and said, "I think he shouldclean up that big mess I left in you, Kate. With his mouth."Instead of being sh...cked or repelled, she smiled impishly and told me,"You heard the man --- and I do mean MAN. He's the only guy in the roomgiving me any pleasure with his cock, so he calls the shots. Thatminiature thing between your legs is out of a job. Now it's only good forgiving me a laugh when I look at it. Get your mouth between my legs andgive me. It bears the marks of a Toledo swordsmith and that of a Japanese swordsmith who trained under world-renowned master swordsmiths whose families have made swords back before the middle ages. It bears this swordsmiths signature along with those of the masters under which he trained. The master swordsmiths granddaughter Hinata explained that their artisans only detailed the designed the swordsmith made with his own hands. It also bears my name. Other grandmasters find themselves unable to. She rolled her eyes then turned facing me. We got closer but didn’t kiss, instead we were rubbing each other’s thighs gently up and down. I noticed my sister all the while looking at my crotch, how my hardon formed a tunnel like shape in my boxers. I reached for her hand the pulled it, letting it rest on my bulge. She immediately started stroking me gently on the underside of my shaft. I reached my left hand for her crotch and she opened her legs wider as I got to touch her there. Her crotch. Even if I could it would have only made things worse. I stood there cowering.Richard broke the silence‘What are we going to do with you Debs?’It was exactly the same question I wanted to ask.His forefinger slowly came up and touched my nose. It then started its journey downwards. It firmly traced down my lips, chin, and throat and onto my chest. He drew it down over the buttons of my blouse, between my breasts, poking it into my belly button along its way to my crutch. Once there his finger.