.„NO... NO!“ she shrieked, falling forward, her fists pounding the deck, „I W-WON’T... I WON’T... YOU CAN’T M-MAKE ME! I’D DIE FIRST... ...O... NO... NO... NO... OOOO!“It was quite an outburst... even though quite understandable.Madame Vesta smiled benignly at Mr. Crane. „As I told you,“ she said, „Julia is very new. This sort of thing is to be expected at first. They have tantrums, you know. But they get cured of them.“„I quite understand, Madame.“ he said. Actually he was quite surprised that. On Thursday night when I reported for duty, the female manager was waiting for me. Needless to say, my first thought was that I had done something wrong. We went into her office. I was convinced that I was going to be dismissed.She came straight to the point. "I am fully aware that you are not a carer but we have a crisis. Can you please assist us during this difficult time." Doing what? I am the porter."What she then said sent a ripple of fear right through me. "The ladies needed to be bathed. “Just, do it,” Christina replied, regaining her composure.“But I-”Knock-knock-KNOCK.They both froze, staring like they were caught in a horror movie and the psycho killer had just rapped at the chamber door. Chrissy watched the door, her brain on overload. First, her older self showed up (which was insane, yet she found she believed her), then she’s told to have sex with Dillon in some make or break moment that will affect her for all eternity? While losing her virginity was everything she. I’m not even gay, but my condition doesn’t care - when I gotta get off, I gotta get off.Of course, nothing beats feeling my brother’s cock inside me. It’s the reason I was born.“You know my type...” he said, and I nodded. I know everything about my brother’s sexual requirements.Everything.“ ... and look, I’m worried that your tits just aren’t big enough to satisfy me.”I looked down in dismay. He wasn’t wrong - I was such a stupid slut that I hadn’t even inherited Mom’s massive boobs. I made a.