I took the innocent-looking box and walked into my sister Rachel’s room. God, it was a mess. The box would easily be overlooked in her room. I place... the little box up on her cluttered dresser. When she got home, I’d come back in quickly and turn on the record button.I waited in my room. I was shaking with anticipation and excitement. I was also a little afraid. What if she picked up the box and looked inside? But that wouldn’t happen. She never touched anything on her dresser, except for her. I loved cooking, so I was the head chef most of the time...I designed the kitchen to my specifications, but Sheila was impressed with the kitchen and enjoyed cooking when she could beat me home. Some times, we would compete with a golf game, with some whoopie in the rough.Our love making was phenomenal, Sheila didn’t object to anything sexual in nature...positions, anal, deep throat or swallowing cum. She even came up with ideas to keep our love life exciting. There were no ‘quickies’ with. I told her that I would like her to only be able to experience an orgasm after a thorough spanking; and that these orgasms would be extreme, leaving her both feeling loved and safe; and that after her orgasm I might choose to climax in her mouth. I wanted her to need a thorough spanking, 150 whacks or more, sometimes completely naked, almost always bare bottom, leaving her bare bottom bright red, a minimum of twice a week. I wanted it to be an additional proof of my love for her. I wanted her. Without a word, he pushed me down onto my stomach on the bed and went around behind me. I felt his weight on the bed as he got behind me, pulling my hips up into the air while forcing my head down. I then felt something wet against my skin and realized that Joe was licking up and down my crack.I heard another scream and because Joe had forced me onto the bed facing the doorway, I could lift my head a little and look out the door. This time I could see more of what Liz and my wife were doing.