As soon as I had her secured in the wheelchair my sister finally passed out.I quickly wheeled my sister out to the old garage and once inside I turned...on the lights it didn't matter after all I had blackout shades so no light would escape. I put a hooded mask on my face and I pushed a button that started a camera rolling as I stood my groggy sister up; her arms tied behind her back. I slapped her face a couple of times and she slowly started to come around. "What the fuck is happening?" She. He was supposed to be the smart one too.I also have a vague memory of some aunts and I think, an uncle that are still alive, but I wouldn't even begin to know where to look. I guess what got me to thinking about all of this was that hokey assed movie that I woke up and watched one night last week when my cat was taking a break from fondling my tuna smeared tits.It was one of those movies where the spirit of Christmas gives this guy who had almost died trying to save some old lady a wish. I'm. He should betrained to have one bowel movement a day immediately after rising inthe morning. To allow him to use a commode or W.C. for a bowel movementit will be necessary to unfasten the boot straps, open the front apronand loosen the lower section of the back-laces from the curve of hisposterior down. The upper section of the torso should be kept confinedduring this process and the internal organs will remain in the corsetedposition while the bowel movement takes place. He should have. It was swollen and red. The lips gaped widely. I stared intently between her legs. Soon a small speck white slimy liquid appeared. The speck grew larger and soon became a large glob hanging from her pussy by a thread. It hung there for a moment then the string broke and it fell, some landing on my upper lip and the rest falling into my waiting mouth. I savored it, salty and a little bitter. I thought about the cock she had been enjoying - I've seen it many times, ten inches long and wide as my.