“How did it taste sis?” “Salty, but no nasty taste. How did you like my taste?”“You are going to have a problem with me; I am never going to...get enough of your sex juices and your cunt smells wonderful.”“Ooh, that sounds good. I loved every second of what you just did to me, even when I was telling you that you had to stop, I didn’t actually want you to stop, but I was finding it difficult stand or even think straight.”“That was the first time I have had an orgasm. My whole body was alive and. "Now open yer eyes, dearie."I blinked, but the candlelight was low enough that it did not affect my sight. They were standing in front of me. Nellie was twirling the handcuffs like she had done this before. Her "turn around" caused me to face the mirrors.They had to rush and grab me before I collapsed to the floor. I had expected to look like a clown, or a guy in a dress, one of those weirdos that were sometimes found on TV talk shows. Instead, staring back at me was a stout, buxom,. I read a lot and I've never been very good at sports. I was always pretty quiet, and as I quickly found out, you got into less trouble if you kept your mouth shut. I never even had a regular best friend. Being in group homes, other kids just seemed to come and go, and in the few foster homes I was in, I was always worried about getting to know anybody when it likely wasn't going to last anyways. So I mostly just learned to rely on myself.Being shy and keeping to myself most of the time, I guess. " At that moment John walked in and sat down; placing two cups of tea on the coffee table, "hi Sam, tea?" Yes please," I replied, he got up and left for the kitchen. I sat in silence for a few minutes watching mum read and wondering what to say. I could see she was looking at me out of the corner of her eye waiting for me to continue. Finally she closed the book and looked at me quizzically, smiling. "Darling, you have something in your hair?" I must have looked puzzled, she pointed to my right.