I find myself stand before an enormous bed with a black wrought iron headboard. Ivory satin sashes are tied to each corner of the wrought iron frame....Two small matching tables on either side hold an ivory pillar candle. The black comforter is turned down revealing rose-colored satin sheets beneath. Burgundy colored rose petals have been scattered across the sheets and around the floor. I stand at the side of the bed.Beyond the soft candle light the room is pitch black and the silence is almost. He spooned with the mysterious woman in the dark and thought nothing further of it, still needing rest. He dozed off, unaware that more women had rejoined him from the group that had pleasured him last night.Ross woke up again, two hours later, to see and feel Monica astride him, his own sister bouncing up and down on his cock like it was the best pogo stick ever. It felt amazing, committing incest like this, no warning, just waking up to his own kith and kin on top of him. Monica was a beauty,. Theydid serve to remind me -- and I guess everyone else -- just what a sissy Ihave always been. Why do you ask, Mummy?" Think about your very favorite items: the silk camisole and tap pants,that silk and lace garter belt, and even those satin mules you so favoredprancing about in. Now think about me, as you now know me. Do you think Iwould ever wear those particular items? Moreover, were they even in mysize?"My finely manicured hand went up to my mouth, "Oh my God! They were forme!" Exactly, my. It wasn't that I was lusting after her body, I was worried and wanted her close until she was truly awake the next morning. I left the bed only to make one quick telephone call and once to reset the alarm to the front door. I think I finally fell asleep around four in the morning.I woke suddenly with sunlight streaming in my eyes. The bed was empty except for me. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and an old shirt and almost ran downstairs, fearing the worst. Missy was standing in the.