I didn?tknow what to do so I fell into a chair and sobbed and sobbed, eventually thenettles stopped their stinging. I peeled off my bra and panties an... kicked offmy shoes. The slut was nude again as she should be. alsoshe was in great pain as she should be. I longedto put soothing ointment on the pain, but I knew you had not given permissionfor this and I am so afraid of you Sir so I dare not. I fell to my knees tocrawl around my home as you had ordered.I decidedto go to bed then remembered I. God it felt good, too good, and it had been even longer since I'd felt anything like this either."No," I admitted to her then there in the dark. At least I had the darkness to cover my guilt of admission, my desire that had fully taken over reasoning as she slurped my hot cock like an ice-cream cone. Another image I had to quickly discard before it became even more obscene, more decadent than it already was. "Chrissy?" I asked."Downstairs, asleep on the couch," she offered still licking my. I even heard her call him a “frigid son of a bitch.” Sure enough an hour later there she was in that sexy shortie nightie spread out on the couch. I felt like a man on a mission; the freedom of the whole world depended on whether or not I fucked my SIL and I had better do it. This time I strolled over to the couch and sat beside that plump ass and placed both hands right on it.In a matter of moments I was kneading both cheeks gently. I was trying to decide how to proceed from there when she. Chicago. I pushed the 'play' button, steeling myself."Beth? If you're there, pick up. Please talk to me." Andy's voice came from the speaker, the recording tinny but recognizable. After a pause, he spoke again."You promised that you'd give me another chance, Beth. And I've waited like I said I would, for too long." Another pause. "Look, I know I'm right for you, even if you don't believe it. I'm coming to Sharpsburg. I got your address from Emma... Don't be mad at her."Why would I be mad at.