For the next few months, we had our sucking sessions as often as we could. It was the closest I'd ever felt to my sister. On one particular day, I was...happily sucking on Leena's wonderful breasts when something felt weird. I stopped. "What's up?" she asked. "Something's different", I said as I looked at the nipple I had just been sucking. It was then that I noticed it: there were a few white dots on the end of her nipple. I ran my finger across the top of her nipple and the substance came off. She smiled to herself when she heard Rocco try to stifle moans as she did.“Thanks, man. Good idea for being the lookout. Appreciate the thought.” Rocco managed to say slowly between a few pauses. Jolene was really working him hard already. Then he remembered Jolene’s idea. “She sure was soaking wet last night after she sucked your dick, man. She definitely liked it.” Rocco heard no response from Paul but saw he was shifting himself a little, his hands hidden from view in his own lap. He decided. Thursday, as she'd unlocked the door, she'd found a note from him. It had been short and to the point. He'd stated that he would be in at noon the next day. Marissa had sighed with relief. She'd be able to enjoy her usual morning routine. Friday morning, she woke suddenly from a twisting, fevered dream involving some seriously depraved sex. Sitting up in bed, she panted and trembled, her core twitching and pulsing on the verge of orgasm. She wiped at her sweaty brow, then kicked the covers off. .......“I’ll pick you up in the car park at 10pm you little whore, wear some sexy knickers but no bra, actually don’t even wear your bra for work you slut, I’ll be in at 8 for a couple of pints so I’ll see if you listen, if not....no cock”“See you at 8 can’t wait xx” Not for one minute did I expect her to go work without her bra on, serving customers at the bar and dinner tables in her regulation white blouse would be highly revealing and embarrassing for Alice, then again what did I care she.