I came out after some time and saw that Sherin is sweeping the floor. She was wearing a pink colour saree and black blouse. I could see her cleavage f...om her saree because she had bent to sweep. I asked her without any hesitation to come to bed. She said No and started to find way to door. She was frightened and was shouting for help. I locked the door and pushed her on to the cot in the bedroom. Now she was pleading me to spare her. She was saying “please dont do any thing, I am your sister,. Bea has shown a willingness to use her power too. We all use something to get our way." Do you use your illness that way, as your "power"?" Mrs. Parsons stared at me. She almost said something, two or three times, but each time, she stopped before she spoke."What an extraordinary question, Kenny. It is a question that deserves an answer. Yes, I suppose I do use it that way. But, not often, and usually, when I have no other means to get my wishes granted. I don't have Bea's feminine advantages,. Without hesitation I rolled over, wrapping myself around her, her scent reaching me. I inhaled, my cheek moving against her knee, my eyes on hers, but they slid closed as she reached for me, teasing my hair, running the tip of her finger over my brow then down my nose. "How did you sleep, sweetheart?" Good." I inhaled deeply. "I love the way you smell," I murmured.She pushed at the hair on my forehead. "I know you do, sweetheart."Her tone, low and dreamy, brought my eyes open again and I took. “Open your mouth.” she demanded.I refused.“Open your fucking mouth!” she demanded again while forcing my chin down with the heel of her hand. She held my mouth open, smiled and spit into my mouth. When I gagged, she forced her newly grown cock into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. She was fucking my mouth and throat with little care for my ability to breathe. When I started to choke, she pulled it out and rubbed it on my face. “I could get used to this. I hope you can.” she.