"Well sis, I know we have never got on well, I mean your my sister, its the law for us to not get along but if you ever need help with...'stuff'...the... you can always come to me".Lisa was shocked; she was seeing a side to her brother that she never knew existed."Well..."She stopped, embarrassed.Senescing that she wanted to, but be just to shy Bart slowly advanced."Are you sure about this" Lisa asked nervously."Positive"."I mean we are brother and sister"."Well you did it with mum, and I will. Da damage vas local to your groin, dere was very little internal bleeding, and I vas able to remove all da buckshot."What's the bad news?", asks Lyle."The bad noos is dat dere vas some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your pecker. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena." Well, I guess that isn't too bad," says Lyle. "Is your sister a plastic surgeon?" Not exactly," Sven says. "She's a flute player in da Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra. And because all you have is Obamacare,. From her wardrobe she took a white rubber nightiewhich, after rubbing it in her hands, she stretched over my neck andlet it hang loosely down from my shoulders to my breasts.Leaving the nightie for the moment Vanya sat beside me and leanedbehind to release my arms from their total restraint. With herassistance I finally managed to pull myself free of the rubber tubewhich had held me in total bondage. Relief was short-lived, however,for Vanya quickly and unexpectedly snapped a pair of handcuffs. He had such little hair on his back and legs that these parts were done in minutes. Soon he was in position to have his anus waxed. He had his legs slightly apart and his balls dangled down like a donkey's. Again, I felt an urge to grab them and squeeze them. Marguerite and Anne had looks of total amazement as they saw his whole set hanging down low. His sack had a light covering of light hairs. Anne stroked the back of it to test what work might be required, and then lifted his balls.