”“Nature’s a bitch, isn’t she?”“Excuse me?”“She gives one sister all the brains and all the looks. It must suck to be the other sister...”“I’ve always been the other sister,” I said. “I don’t mind. I’m proud of Roberta.”“She’s a prize. French sophistication with American practicality, musical excellence with mathematical genius. An impossibly rich combination. On top of that, she’s kind and generous, even to her little sister who has so little to recommend herself.”I could see that he was. She gave birth to me at the young age of 17 and to be able to take care of me she stayed with that man. She managed somehow to get through college while having me and taking care of me and got a good, well paid job which was incredible. She loved me with all her heart and I loved her with all my heart. She caught me in her room checking out and trying on her clothes at a very young age. Of course they were way too big back then. We had a talk and when I said I loved to dress in girl's clothes. Chelly arrived at her hotel late in the afternoon, which was nice because it gave her a few hours to settle in. Her hotel room was nice and thankfully the government always used good accommodations for employees when they traveled. She unpacked her clothes, putting them in the dresser before refreshing herself for dinner.Chelly smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror thinking of how nice she looked in her mid-thirties. She put her hands on the sides of her breasts, feeling an instant. I feel the slight sharp tingle of something rolling over the bottom of my foot. Its forcing my toes to point hard, I shiver lightly. He’s so quiet, I don’t even feel him come near me. The rolling sensation moves up my ankle, working up my leg, to my thigh. He reaches up to my breast, finding my nipples hard from the prickly touch of whatever he was using on me. “Not too bad, pet. Not even a tug against the chains. Remember don’t move.” His voice makes me slightly stir, I feel the hot lust in.