"Well he was fine when he and Cricket left my crib last night, but he's actin' all fucked up now! What'd you do ta him?" I didn't do anything ta him!"...shouted Sheryl defensively. "Why don't ya ask Cricket if yer so sure somethin' happened ta him?" Cause Cricket ain't my sister! You are!"Daryl's voice sounded so angry it almost scared her, and softening her tone, and not knowing how much she could say, she said, "I don't know Daryl. They came over, and we sat around, and had a little fun talkin'. I have to babysit for this tragically hot guy and his horrible wife. They told me that I had to play stupid games with their boring five year old and I on top of that I had to let him win every game. Lucky for me the wife started to feel bad so they ended their night early. The only thing that made me have an enjoyable night was that they paid for the entire night instead of the hour and a half I was there. A couple weeks later the wife calls me and asks if I could babysit for them again that. His tongue and mouth were completely engaged with my hard erect manhood and there seemed no way of prizing him from it. All I could do was enjoy the sensations and return the favour of scalp massage to him as he’d done to me, as his head went back and forth on my cock and my own pelvis began to face-fuck him in an involuntary kind of way. I could feel the building sensations of orgasm all to soon as I wanted this to go on forever, the tell-tale feeling of tingling warmth in the head of my cock. "You know what I want you to do." She said as she snickered. "I want you to push those breasts into place so they will be permanently glued to your chest." She reached out and pulled the straps of my bra down off of my sholders, then pushed the satin and lace cups so they were forced a couple of inches lower then they would normaly be. "Come on sissy." She ordered sternly. "Glue those titties to your chest. I know you want to!" I slowly raised both breast forms up toward.