“Speaking of strap-ons ... wow, Tamara really is giving it to Jordan super hard!” I noted while enjoying my sister’s slick, delightful ass.“He...better get used to a life of servitude, bondage, pain, discipline, and strict bottoming. I don’t see any Topping in his future, do you?” Wendy laughed as I pumped in and out of her bottom repeatedly.The way that Tamara relished doing what she did to Jordan was telling. There was clearly some pent-up frustration and rage there. Admittedly, I hated the son. You can't lie, you have taken advantage of the Attendants before. It's hard to resist as a young man knowing a beautiful girl must have sex with you whenever you want, however you want. Lately, though, you have had a lot more on your mind. Your parents have been struggling financially and they can no longer afford to pay your tuition. There's no way you want to lose all the work you've done at this school and miss out on all the opportunities after graduation.This brings us to your current. “You know I do, fucker.” She tried to slide closer to him, but he held her back.“Tell me what you want me to do,” he prodded her, shaking his cock lightly on her hole to drive her wild.“I want you to fuck me.”“Is that all?” he asked.“I want to feel you cum inside me,” she replied, making sure her voice reflected the need.“Good girl,” he answered as he slowly slid his already throbbing cock inside the tight pussy he had been dreaming about for days. “Oh God!” he exclaimed, as she closed around. I had also had my make-up professionally done. I had found that I could be made to look reasonably pretty with the right knowledge, and I was sure I could replicate the look myself in future. I had side-stepped the problem of my inept dress sense, by using common sense. For the first time in my life I had gone to a designer store. There, I bought, with advice from the store assistant, a dress which cost as much a half my month's rent.But it was working! That was the important bit! It was.