‘That’s my brother!’ I looked at her beautiful face, mortified, and incredibly embarrassed that I was sat there in such an iconic girly dress. �...�We didn’t do anything..’ I stammered. ‘Damn right because my brother isn’t a sissy-fucker!’ She took a deep breath, ‘Right, you can’t come to school like that, you’ll have to borrow a uniform off me. If I were you though as soon as he drops us off I’d fuck off home and change unless you want everyone to know you’re a sissy.’ I nodded slowly, and. As respectfully as I could, I advised my Mistress that I didn't. She then grabbed a one pint capacity pouring jug from its place in one of the cupboards and stormed off into the outside toilet. When She returned five minutes later, the jug was almost full of pale yellow liquid. My Mistress handed me the container which was now quite warm to the touch. "Drink it, " She demanded of me in a cold, frightening tone. I didn't want to do it, that I swear... but the coldness of her anger now terrified. . here it comes ... Oh, don’t stop ... Don’t ... stop ... UGGGGHHNNGG ... I’M CUUMMIING SIS!”My load, while not as large as the first one, was still pretty impressive. We were both panting after I had finished spurting all of my jizz onto her tits and belly again. It was glorious.“Oh! Damn, Davey! Shoot all over me! All on my tits and belly! This is so fucking hot, Bro!”“I love you, Amber; that was the best that my cock has ever felt!” I exclaimed.“Mmmm, I’m glad, Davey! That made me so hot. I was glad I did.Robert was putting the last five days of surveillance into a folder for me. They were going to bus protesters in from three states. They also planned to have the buses come early and to use the buses to block off all the accesses to the parking lot and streets of the convention center complex.I had a camera full of pictures and several Google map pictures. I printed off color pictures of all those I had taken. I put them out on the table to get a full site view. I should have.