I mean, it was me that had sucked his cock. It was me that had swallowed his cum. He wasn't exactly innocent here, letting some stranger suck his cock..., but I definitely felt like I committed the worst of the sins. Getting a blow job from a guy was one thing, but giving a blow job to a guy was way worse, especially to your own brother.Maybe he didn't know it was me that had just blown him, I hoped, as I studied his face and gave him the hole drill blades in the garage. Maybe he did know and was. I went red with embarrassment and cringed. I felt as if I was going to come on his knee! I could not live with that embarrassment so I supressed it as much as I could.. How did I end up in this predicument? I would never have imagined I would be somebodies sex slave, but with master I felt it could easily happen. I was powerless to this man whom I'd only met earlier that night; I knew I would do absolutely anything he wanted, and it felt good. I was his little slut, his property - I felt. We walked inside the store to fix my purchase and I asked her about the man who was just there.“That’s Mr. Mayer, he’s a regular here. Often buying construction materials, like yourself.” Alice told me a little about him. Apparently he owned an orphanage just a few kilometers from town. He was very protective of the c***dren and often buys things to help against intruders and such. Alice was a little skeptical about the place, who would try to break into an orphanage? Especially around. " I can call and say you'll be late and you go to a department store and get socks before you go to school," her dad suggested. In the laundry room Sarah had put her skirt on, removed her baby doll top and put on her blouse. She stepped into the kitchen and saw her dad keeping his back to her, not realizing she was dressed."It's okay dad, I have my uniform on, you can turn around," she said. Mark turned around and looked at his daughter, noticing the nightie top in her hand. He was about to.