I wanted to caress those breasts but was afraid as I eagerly waited for the night. I started moving closely with her. One day I saw the opportunity to...touch her breasts when she was sleeping. I thought it is worthwhile taking the chance with my sister. I spread palm and placed it gently over her left breast and kept it motionless for a long time enjoying the rise and fall of the breast in that short time. After that one night, I started an activity with my sister regularly when she would be in. Reaching for her, I pulled her down over to my side. Lawan snuggled with me, holding and being held, feeling my pulse slow, and listening to my breathing go back to normal. My big hard hands stroked over her sweaty skin, swirling patterns across her pinked up bottom, and I murmured indistinctly how greatly she had pleased me. "Shall I get a warm washcloth for you, Master?" Lawan asked, her voice hoarse after the gagged screaming, knowing I liked her personal service and attention to my comfort.. She opens the workbook andbegins to work on the problems. As she struggles, she huffs and puffs, attemptingto gain his attention. However, he ignores her. This frustratesher even more. She wants his attention. Good or bad, that is what she craves.His attention. A hug, a kiss, a slap, his cock. It doesn't matter. His lack ofattention is the greatest punishment she can imagine. She clears her throat in an attemptto gain his attention. Nothing. Again, she clears it. He looks over his newspaper,. By a lot in fact.He could actually see his abs, and his skin had definitely tightenedalong his ribcage. Had he sweated all that off? No wonder he felt sofoggy! He was dehydrating quickly!"Fuck man, he's sweated it off me. Fuck you man!!!" Thurman bellowed."It's his shit, I'm telling you. It's working you over like he said." Let off of that okay? It's not helping." And you are?" Yeah I am." How? By bitching?" Shut the fuck up, Mr. Gullible." Mr. Gullible? Just because I believe a guy rich enough.