The difference is profound. The girl is not led to her dominator and raped, as some unwitting bitches answering a newspaper ad find themselves, rather...she is there for sex, but acting like she can’t quite handle the nasty things she is being asked to do, yet eagerly wanting to if you look deep down inside her soul. The fact that she loves it, even though she pretends she doesn’t, keeps me wanting more.I normally stroke myself extra slow and let the moment build, sometimes replaying the final. Her back is to me and laying on bed he sticks his big cut dong straight up and grips it while looking at me.I go downstairs and 5 minutes later she comes down saying she has to pick up their friend at airport in one hour. She told me Tom would be here if I had any questions.After she drove off I was so horny. Horny for his big cock. Part of me was scared because it was our neighbor. But 95% of me wanted to suck his big cock.I went back up stairs and he was on bed stroking. I stripped naked and. "That big hard cock of yours would fit so perfectly between these, sliding up and down into my lips each time and that’s exactly what you’ll get if you pick me," she said and stuck her tongue straight out and flicked the tip rapidly up and down. "Pick me, Julie," she said as she moved her face forward just enough to lick the stretched material over his swollen cock head. She looked back up at him and bit her lower lip, then mouthed her name, Julie."Yeah, yeah, Ok, Ok. My turn," the next girl. I couldn’t hear anything for a while, then my sisters raised voice but too muffled to make anything out. Then there was silence for about five minutes and then Cassie’s raised voice again. This time I caught one word; sister. Said with what sounded like hatred. Then a slamming of the door and footsteps disappearing into the bathroom. I finally let the tears break through my defenses, sure that my little sister now hated me. When the bedroom door creaked open and I turned to see a haunted look.