I didn't mention it, but I didn't try to hide the fact that I was looking at it. He didn't mention it either, even when it got rigid enough to flip ov...r on its back. I so wanted to jump on it, but I was just too afraid of bad consequences.But later that evening, we were watching a movie together on the long couch in the other room. Sis was with us, but she was sitting in a rocking chair. I was wearing a long cotton nightshirt, but for the first time ever in anybody else's presence, I wore no. Fuck it.I went to the kitchen and found her sitting by the table, steaming mug in hand, with her legs crossed."You get to make me breakfast," she said, "something.... nice." Uhh... Like what?" I asked."An omelet would be nice," she replied."I don't know how to make an omelet." Well, I guess you better think of something," she teased, "if you want more playtime."She sipped her coffee as I used the good old internet on my phone. It took three tries but I delivered a good-looking omelet and some. He was still walking slowly and looking pale and oddly dazed, something that Veronica noticed, despite her having more important things on her mind, what with the still undiminished pain from that terrific body punch she just taken. Suddenly the young man leapt into the air, coming down on his head with a crash. He immediately started writhing and twitching in the most horrible fashion.A couple of other passengers paused in their homeward journey and looked nervously at this threshing and. I really didn't know if he was pleased or not and that kinda bothered me. I really wanted to please this man. I wanted him to tell me I was nice, sexy, even hot but apparently he was still making up his mind. Eventually, he slid his left hand up to my throat and gripped me firmly and then squeezed a little harder. I could still breath, but just barely. I knew this was to assert himself, as in control, and I just stood as ordered and gave myself to him. He then stepped a little to my side and.