With an imperceptible movement the sister pulled the blanket on herself and pretended to be sleeping. I came up to her sofa, sat to the floor and pass...d my hand under her blanket. She flinched a little but gave herself by nothing else. My hand travelled over her stomach and reached unusually soft and curly hair. And I found a warm and humid cavity between them. Touching it I felt a paroxysm of madness. All my parts ached of pleasure caused by this touch. My sister was still lying calm. I sat slowly so as to not miss the bed. I could sense his presence in front of me and smell the musk of his skin. He didn’t have to tell me what to do… i knew what was expected. I opened my mouth and started searching for his cock with my tongue. He was already wet with pre-cum and oh, it tasted so good. I swallowed his cock into my mouth, wanting to take all of it. I could hear him moaning as i went back and forth on his shaft, licking and twisting, sucking and kissing. I felt him grab my head. You wore the dress.” Her smile struck me as a bit smug, as if she were saying that she knew I would.“Would you like a drink?”“My turn.” She asked Denise for two glasses and a bottle, which arrived quickly. Denise stayed with us.“I haven’t seen you here before last Friday.” Clemency shrugged, so what? “I’d notice a woman like you.”Clemency looked at me and put her hand on my knee, “I might,” she said, but was it to me or Denise? “I might, become a regular.”“You’d be welcome,” said Denise,. ” She declared, rough handling me into the stall, her grin almost evil as I stared up at her, sprawled on my reddened ass, my legs akimbo, hands covering my tits. “Beg me, Rachel.” Her words were crisp and sharp, turning me to jelly, my thoughts confused at first, whimpering softly, unable to form the words, a part of me ashamed at my need. I knew this game all too well. My silence would lead to disappointment and regret. “Please.” I whispered, my gaze moving from the mocking smile on her.