He kept asking me if I was ready for Him to cut them off. I always nodded with a muffled response of ‘YES YES PLEASE TAKE THEM MASTER’. Master alw...ys liked to keep them separated and stretched and after 4 days and nights of brutal abuse my poor little eggs were swollen and a deep dark shade of purple. He loved deep dicking me on my back with my ankles tied over my shoulders and He would grab a swollen purple egg in each hand and ride me like a motorcycle on a curvy road. I would always wail and. I slipped in and, to my relief, as I tip-toed up behind her, it seemed that Carole hadn’t noticed me. It wasn’t until my breasts brushed against her skin that she realised I was in the shower with her.“What the hell are you doing Sally?” There was a definite annoyance in her tone but I boldly said, “Don’t worry, Carole, I thought that I’d join you and save water.”“Oh, that’s okay then… but you startled me, Sally. I didn’t hear you come in.”“Sorry, it wasn’t my intention to startle you,” I said,. Reggie went to the hospital and started talking to Sam. Sam could barely talk. But Sam wanted to tell the story. Reggie was a good listener. And Reggie had unusual abilities, which put lots of the little details together. The clothing was possessed. Its spirits took over who ever wore it. But who were the pair? And how did all this start?Sam had some of the answers. In the 1920's and 30's, gangsters were all around. There were stories about a pair of hookers who would take in one of. "I wouldn't mind getting a little head. If you're right, and I think maybeyou are, guys give great head. I love head, I'm horny as hell and if you'rewilling to help a guy out I think it would be cool. If you're notinterested then I'll just finish what I started."He knew he had me. I knew he knew and he knew that I knew he knew. Therewasn't much point denying it. My only half-hearted attempt not go there wasa lame, "I can't, you're Liz's baby brother. I don't think she'd exactlyapprove." I don't.