.shit shit shit i ahd gone to farFlash, whirr a sharp intake of breatheMy older sister stood in the doorway, my parents instamatic in her hand,( yes t...is dates me, in the times before digital ,kodak developed a point press and self develop camera) a picture hanging from it, two pictures wafted in her other hand.My head spun , a blackness opened up , i felt sick, she had seen ... I paused numb dumbstruck.She looked at me in my m*ms pink french knickers, spunk dribbling through my fingers, my. Follow me, and bring the wine bottle” she said.We walked into the living room and sat on the couch.“Sit at the far end from me” she said.Miriam turned the television on and started the VCR. She had a porn film loaded and ready to go. I sat down, and Miriam sat on the far side of the couch. She turned and put her feet on my lap.“Rub my feet and see what happens” she said.I slipped her shoes off. She was wearing stockings, and the nylon felt sleek and sexy under my hands. I started to massage her. Tracy looked in both directions to make sure she wasn’t being watched. She leaned over, and Wendy released his semi-hard cock for her. Tracy caressed it around the shaft and began stroking it.“Doesn’t that feel good?” She covered her hand, helping to rub his cock. “Feel it growing harder in your hand?”“Yes,” she sighed, her heart rate increasing.“I bet you’d love to jerk him off or give him a blow job or better yet, let my husband fuck you!” She boldly suggested.Tracy’s heart pounded, face. She put her glasses on and saw what she wanted. Then she spoke to Mistress on her cell and as she laughed she said: “Oh my god! It is small.” Still laughing, she continued, “The numbers-Yes. That 2332 doesn’t look like much of a lock. Oh, ok, have a great day. Yes, I’ll tell him.” “Your Mistress says you’re in trouble. Something about the wrong number on the lock. Ok sissy boy pull up your pants and get out of here before I call my supervisor and ask her how to handle this. She has a thing for.