It's almost unbearable to her.Turning to the side, she gives the camera a long look at her body in profile as she runs her hands up its length. Her th...ghs. Her stomach. Her heavy breasts. They are all for him in this one last video. Posing in every way she can think of, she tries to show all the angles she can of her perfect form. To let her master appreciate what he once had, and how eager she was to show her devotion to him.At last there is a knock at the door.She doesn't flinch or look. But it was developing into a team to us – nobody called it a squad. I was proud of what we'd accomplished during our training.One day we were rousted from our beds at zero-dark-thirty and told to get on the chopper. Six of us. Me. M.C. Martinez, who was my second in command, but really ran the show, 'cause he knew what the fuck to do in lots of strange situations, whereas I was still learning. Hollerith, third in line. '42' – Jackie Robinson, a black guy from the same town as the 'other' Jackie. I hadn’t forgotten my plans for Westeros, of course, but I could return there at any place and time in that world. Any disruptions to my plans would be very short-lived indeed. With Cersei dead and gone, and Bernadette under my control, well, you get the idea. It also helped that the Sparrows were beaten, the High Sparrow was in the Black Cells along with Lancel Lannister and Septa Unella, and both King and Queen and House Tyrell were very much in my debt. Even Trystan and Myrcella were under. I began to purposely walk in on him during his showers,brush my ass on his hands and so on.My brother became the star of my fantasies,and I would go to bed soaking wet on many occassions just thinking about him.And then things really started to heat up when I went into his room one night to ask him for help with my homework.The image I saw at that moment,confirmed to me that I would never see my brother as just my brother again.He was stroking his self rapidly and from the look on his face I.