It is quite an erotic scene. My gait is faster than hers and gradually the space between us shrinks. The closer I get the better she looks and this is...from behind. My imagination is running wild to what she looks like from the front. Finally I am close enough to enjoy her fragrance that is causing me a little discomfort. I can feel my tool reacting to my imagination and the view.Then I realize who it is. I feel so stupid for not recognizing my own sister Nia. From the distance I never even. Sam knows there are things bothering Grace, but when he tries to ask and talk about it, Grace fluffs it off.Grace still wants to approach Sam about helping her with this. And spanking her regularly when she falls short of her standards, Grace thinks, would really help her. But just how to bring it up? Sam and Grace had talked some about Abigail’s room and the rules she has, more as it being something different. Nothing more.So, for now, until Grace builds up her courage to approach Sam about. To my surprise, Dougie followed me. "Are you following me?" I asked. "No," he said defensively. "I just happened to finish in the shower just after you and left my bag near where you left yours." I looked at him sharply. "Alright, yes I am," he said. "Why?" Because I'm horny and bisexual and you're hot." "OK, that's a bit..." I never got around to saying 'weird' because he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me and took my cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around my head. He was. After all, he was an angel. He had attained that state with infinite patience, diligent dedication, and pure intent. He was a celestial present to me, and I treasured him as such. There were many early morning hours that he ministered to me after a proselyte had gone home, sending energy through me to multiply the effect of the few hours of sleep I would get before Angela’s insistent cries summoned me to her cradle. * * * * * * * * * Each of my recruits was unique and special. The love I bore.