“I think once a day should keep the wet dreams away. Don’t you?”Before I could respond, she got up, grabbed her nightshirt from the floor and le...t. I was laying there in shock. I couldn’t believe what had just happened—what she’d just said. My little sister was going to jack me off every day. Holy Shit!As I lay there later trying to sleep, one question kept running through my mind: Was she doing that for me, or was she showing me how helpless I was, and how much control she had over me. I. I mean there's little difference between a swim suit bikini bottoms and panties, but one also unmistakably knows the difference.I don't think Henry noticed right away, but I certainly did. They were very tight white cotton panties that were very low cut and barely covered her. The dead give away was the bright yellow cartoon smiley face just above the crotch that had a goofy look with it's tongue hanging out. I mean I knew the panties, I bought them for her as a gag gift once.I just played it. " What? Meet as in he's here person?!“ Murph asked, confused. "Did you summon Virginia for something?" he shouted to CGB from the doorway. Looking up from Morgan, his face twisted in return, "No." Murph frowned pulling on some pants, "I'll go see what he wants." Unlatching the cushioned frame; CGB freed Morgan's head and hands, lifting her up into his arms. He kissed her lips tenderly as he carried her over to the bed, laying her down onto her back. "Why fight us all this time Kitty? You could. He gave the keys to the waiting valet (he did not know they had valets at law firms, but here they did, apparently) and walked up the smoothed out marble steps leading to the entrance to the massive 25 story building. The receptionist was a middle-age blonde with shoulder-length hair, a big smile, and an even bigger rack. She greeted him with a warm “hello, may I help you.”“Yes, I am here to see Kim Johnson.”The receptionist, whose name tag protruded off of her chest on one of her massive.