I…was gonna apologize...but...I...OH GOD, EVAN, how could you?” A ruthless look came into Evan's eyes. “Well, Angie, you wouldn't put out. I nee... to fuck. You knew this when we started.” “Evan, she's your SISTER.” “Yes, and she knows how to please me more than you. You could take lessons from her.” “Evan, I love you. You have to stop this.” I saw the cruel smile and shuddered. My pussy tingled with anticipation. I knew my brother well. That look meant someone was about to get schooled. “If you. She walks round me, the click of her heels resonating round the room, it is somehow erotic and despite my pain, i feel stirings in my penis again. I desparately try and think of something else, the fire i feel in my ass a ready reminder.When i'd met claire i was amazed she was interested in me, she was told, big breasted, long brown hair, a shaply size 12, and intelligent. I considered myself my average. She said she was a lawyer, very his clas,s very secretive, long hours but well paid, so we. Sold the business a few years ago."Don seemed impressed and he looked over at Angie who smiled approvingly it seemed. Don put the burgers on the grill. I noticed his was some kind of veggie burger. The lunch went well, and they were very pleasant. They didn't have any children together, but Don had two from a previous marriage. They confided they had been married almost twenty years. "Robbed the cradle, I did," Don said laughing.Still, you know how you get a sense or a feeling that there's more. “Very good,” Mr. Smith said finally, but he was talking to Birch, not her. “She is,” Birch said, and Emi could hear the pride in his voice. “She’s my perfect slave.” Mr. Smith stood abruptly. He moved slowly round behind her, and Emi could feel his appraising stare as he inspected the back view. She kept her position, although her calf muscles were starting to ache now. He returned to stand in front of her. His right hand seized one of Emi’s naked breasts and squeezed hard. Her first.