As she zipped the back up, sheadmired how nicely the dress fit her. She loved the shortness of thedress over her petticoats and how her suspenders an... stocking topsregularly were visible. She especially liked how her stocking coveredlegs looked when wearing high heels. Sophie carefully slid her gloveson her arms and smoothed them out. Lastly, she took one of her silkscarves, placed it over her curlers and hairnet and tied it neatlyunder her chin. A second scarf was then tied over the. I laughed and said I didnt need to pay for pussy but thanks. She asked what I wanted. I told her I wanted to video her fuck a black man. I could tell she did not like that I even asked her to do that.She said no, I cant do that. I said okay then. She asked was there anything else. I said no. After some bickering back and forth she finally said bye. She calls back later and says she cannot believe I asked her to fuck a black man. I said well, your asking for a lot of money, and I knew she could. I sat down at my desk, switching on my computer and radio, settling in for another long day of menial office labor.After half an hour, I got up and walked round to the coffee machine. Partly to get a cup of coffee, but mostly because the machine was located just outside Smitha’s office. Placing a cup under the spout, I glanced over my shoulder, peering between the slats of the venetian blind in her window. She was hanging up her coat, and as she stood, reaching up to hang it on the rack behind. I guess now I know why. Stupid me, I stayed faithful so never got a decent sized cock to fuck me. All these years, I often lay in bed, masturbating, picturing how juicy you looked, and wishing I had sucked your cock that night.” “But when it happened, you just thought it was wrong, because I’m your brother.” Ginger turned so I could see her face. She was grinning. “No, I really think it was more that unlike you, I wasn’t sexually frustrated.” She glanced away again. “That night was the last.