I can joke because my big brothers best friend makes me feel safe. I know that as long as hes here for me, things will be okay, and I trust him more t...an anyone else in the world. He sighed. I feel the same way about my best friends little sister. I chuckled lightly at his response, feeling vaguely as though we had had the exchange before. You feel safe with me? I teased, referring to how small and nonthreatening I was. Absolutely. Safe to be myself and to be honest. Safe to make mistakes. Safe. Over time, the snap of the whip became a sufficientreminder. Physical contact was not required. Grooming now included careful attention to Big Boy's feet. His toenails weretrimmed and minor cuts and abrasions carefully tended. His tired legs and buttockswere thoroughly massaged. Nights, he was exhausted and slept well. His body accommodated itself to hisfrequent penetrations. With his utter exhaustion, he had less energy to broodand his imaginary rebellions became less frequent. He had less and. I’m not rich, and I don’t drive acar whose model number includes the letter “Z”. Thereare worse-looking guys, but there are better-lookingones, too.What hurt the most was, the bitch didn’t even have thehair to tell me she was cancelling our date at almostthe last minute. She gave the message to my goddamnaunt instead.Most people don’t believe Noelle is my aunt. She’s mydad’s youngest sister — half-sister, actually; theydon’t have the. The feeling as it slowly forced the cheeks apart during its slow trip, only to be violently plunged deeply into my ass. I could do nothing but stand there, supported by and wedged between the two busty babes, and let the invisible woman ream my asshole with first one, then two, agile fingers. I groaned deeply when I felt the third one squeeze its way in. My sphincter felt like it was stretched as wide as my wife had ever accomplished before. I wanted to thrust my hips forward and remove the.