. Can you give me a hand for a second?? Please???" I hated when mysister Shelley asked me for a favor when she had clients over. I always feeluncomfor...able. Especially since my sister has a clientele that is slightlydifferent then most people would imagine. She is a professional dominatrix.Complete with the black leather, sky high heels, and whips and chains. Inever involve myself with that aspect of her life, unless she asks me for afavor. Living with just the two of us in this big house, it. “Hope you don’t think I am rushing things here or being too forward,” she said softly. Al shook his head. “Not at all, I quite enjoy it in fact.” “Sex was good last night,” she revealed. “Not just good but... I never thought it could be like that. I love Greg but he... he can be so quick.” Al hugged her. “Cuckold’s are like that. They... they get so into their fantasy world that it becomes self fulfilling,” he told her. “They become bad lovers driving their frustrated wives to other men.” . In the Command area, I entered "Correct hair length to Navy standards for 1980." (I was long overdue for a haircut, even by my current un-military standards, and this would provide a harmless but dramatic test. I clicked the "send" button.Suddenly, I felt a bit of a tingle. I touched my beard - definitely shorter. I felt the back of my neck. That old, familiar military taper met my fingers and I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I stared. It had looked better when I was twenty years. Our make out sessions continued almost on a daily basis for the next few weeks our passion getting stronger. My sister “needs” were building up inside of her and I could tell. It all lead up to the day everything changed and we became one for the first time. It was a Friday Night I was coming home late from the dinner it was almost midnight. When I walked in I headed to the room to tell Jazlyn I had arrived. When I came in the room she was just in bed brushing her hair.Jack: Hey Jaz I’m.