The lobby that opened up in front of him was innocent-looking enough to convince most people that this was a legitimate firm. Only the employees knew ...he truth- not even family members knew the kind of work that their loved ones did- not that Mr. Gray had any family. With a respectful nod to Miss Violet at the reception desk, Mr. Gray turned immediately left, passing her and continued down to his office. He figured that if he kept moving, no one would have time to ask about the thick bandage or. " Yeah, sure. Good night, Rich."Despite the off-handed response, I knew he'd put some thought into something and I hoped it would do the trick. Rich would think about both my needs and the needs of someone who might respond and try and find a link somewhere in the text. I was hopeful.It was the next evening before I got an e-mail response from him. I looked over the two suggested ads and nearly phoned him to rip him a new one. I didn't though. I sat back and read them again and began to see. I looked at my sister and noticed her butt sticking out from under her night shirt. It was bare. My voice was shaking, “Tiff are you not wearing panties.”She looked back at me and I swear she glanced at my crotch and saw that my dick was hard and poking out the hole in my boxers. “No silly. It is a thong,” she said while pulling the hem of her shirt up to reveal a red mesh with black ribbon thong.I gulped. I want to state again up to this point I had never thought or look at my twin sister in a. 56. As she is doing this ‘my boy’ has become hard as a rock, and will not go down. With her index finger still in her mouth, she starts to slowly approach me. I feel paralyzed, not being able to move, except for ‘my boy’ who is still rising. She looks like a tigress, her hips sultry swinging from side to side as she approaches, her stare has me locked down unable to move. After what feels like an hour of her walking towards me, she finally stops right in front of me. She takes her eyes off me.