"No breath control and some pain, subject must not suck well." The scribe slave and doctor laughed as he moved the speculum to my fuck tunnel.Shining...the light he resumed, "A lot of scar tissue in here. History indicated use of strapon barbed dilldos by other slaves, resulting in bleeding in both lower orifices." Leaving the intruder inside he walked to my side. Painfully twisting the the nipple he looked up in thought."Treatment will focus on restoring a vaginal orgasm. Let say 75% of. "I gulpingly did so, while I heard Dad say "What about me?" Oh Daddy, you've seen me naked before."I heard my Dad kind of gulp, then he said "But, umm, you've really grown up, now." Okay, all finished," she said. "Here, shithead, spread these out behind you." And she tossed me her jeans, shirt and (gulp) bra. I could only see the windbreaker from here, but Dad must have been able to see her panties.Now, I hadn't thought about my sister naked before, but the image was definitely coming to mind. " He smiles at me again. "Great, here's my number. Let me know." He gives me his number and is on his way. Ask my parents? Could I be any more lame? Oh well, all that matters is that I finally will be making new friends. Maybe this move won't be so bad... Friday night comes along and I'm in my room getting ready for the big night. After changing about a million times I stare at myself through my body-length mirror. The sheer crop top I was wearing was just small enough to show both my tiny. The fly to his trousers was long broken and he slipped his hand through to hold his penis. A cigarette in one hand, his cock in the other and a beautiful woman who did not know he could see her. This was turning into a very good day.His eyes followed her body down to the skirt, which had risen slightly to show the leg just below the knee. She stirred slightly and looked around her. He stopped his hand moving, desperately hoping she would not move on. She took a bite of her sandwich, shuffled.