"I think it's because I feel I am very much like my mother. There are three of us here, but it seems like Mom and me are one person, the same personal...ty, and Helen is someone completely different." Go on," I said."For as long as I can remember, my mother has not been really happy. I'm not trying to say that she was the depressed, moping person, but she hasn't really had a spark. Helen had that spark. When she wasn't fighting with Mom, she was out having a good time, and she seemed like she was. And my sister used to always request me to take a snap of her. I initially usedto refuse but since my perspective changed towards her i started taking snapsher more often. So on this festival day my sister was wearing new Gagra so she asked me to takemany snaps of her.Now I wanted to use this as abait to do somehting more. My dad and mom went out to relatives to meet andwish them on the festival day so we were alone. So I asked Pinky to come insidemy parent’s room since it was litte clean and. ‘Once Trent was fully erect I sucked him for a minute or two and then I slipped down and started licking his balls.’ ‘I’ll bet he loved that.’ As she said that, Mel gave my cock a gentle squeeze. ‘He did, but he liked what I did next even more.’ I asked, ‘What did you do?’ Mel said, ‘I know. This is when you did it, isn’t it?’ Jeanne breathlessly answered, ‘Yes, I was so excited. While I was licking Trent’s balls I pushed his hips up and slipped my tongue down to that spot between his ball sack. I would have her publicly flogged without mercy, but the slave who had to falsely endure the sharks begged her Master that I not punish pepper.”He gave a snorting breath and then said, “I will not flog her, but such a treacherous slave must be punished, so she is going to ride the Wheel... or she is going to leave.”“Well, well,” Herr Dunkler said, “we have a second slave who must choose between the Wheel and being cast out.”“You have three,” a woman’s voice said firmly as she pushed her.