"Yeah, I hear she likes it," her bother responded.Connie said nothing and was aware of Ken checking out her outfit."You like?" she asked smoothing out...one of her long gloves."I love it. Where did you get it?" he asked."I was seeing an older guy that was really into bondage. He brought this for me and had me wear it all the time," Connie answered."Maybe I can borrow it?" Ken asked."That privledged has to be earned," she responded."Anything," Ken responded as he visualized himself clad in that. I raised my other arm to the same position, then she let the stock fall down, trapping my wrists. I knew I was now her sub, completely in her control. Angie took hold of my bra and pulled it down to my waist, exposing my boobs and hard nipples. Then she reached down into my crotch and released the poppers, pulling the material up to my waist.I felt something hard pushing against my sex, then sliding inside my cunt, then the vibrations started, travelling up inside me and out to my clit. Angie. He always phoned when he said he was going to phone and never let me down for a meet when he had booked. Once he had booked an hour of my time but had hAd his shifts changed at work, and he had worked nights the night before. He still turned up for his meeting, and we just sat drinking coffee and chatting. I just gave him a courtesy blow job before he left as I had to at least empty him of his seed no natter how tired he was! Tonight was no exception: he had phoned exactly on time. Now it was. ...shit," I say, noticing my 12-year-old sister, Amy, grinning. I stare at her, completey speechless, and then I burst out laughing. I run back upstairs, change into black-denim jeans, a black Bob Marley shirt, and my black Ed-Hardy sweater. I go back downstairs, and sit down at the kitchen table. As my mom serves us breakfast, she says her boss called her, saying she has to work a triple-shift, so I need to babysit my sisters. My 8-year-old sister, Jessica, complains, and Amy just says ok. My.