Fucking little brother... I passed Pa at the door. "No clothes?" he asked. All I had on was a little leg garter with a tiny money purse built int... it. Bought it in the city a few years ago to stash a fix, and had forgot all about it. Seemed handy now. I guess you could say I was also wearing a clit ring. But that was it. I was even barefoot."What's the point?" I said. "They got the Program going at the Mall now too."He shook his head and walked inside muttering something about. Covering her face with a washcloth she closed her eyes and simply tried to relax. For several minutes her mind was blank causing her to almost fall asleep when she felt fingers running up and down her side right up to her breasts. Quickly sitting up and sloshing water out of the tub and onto the floor she took the washcloth off her face and looked to see who was touching her only to see that she was still alone in the bathroom. It was only then that she realized that the fingers belonged to. It was quite surprising when Erica asked if they could meet outside the office the next day. Yvonne was wee sceptical about this. They agreed to meet in the restaurant at the other side of town. New Port was a big place and lots of firms thrived there. Now, Yvonne sat in the kitchen sipping her tea. She was to meet Erica at 4 O’clock that evening. She didn’t know if she was happy to see her. She was curious about her. She asked herself again, ‘how could someone be so remote and withdrawn?’. She knew when she came over what would happen…and she didnt care. She knew she would do as i said, just as she always had. She could never resist seeing me in pleasure, no matter what i was doing or how i was doing it. i opened the door and when it closed, we embraced, but only for a second. I whispered in her ear, ‘down on your kness’. As she always had, she dropped to her kness and opened her mouth. She knew what she was gonna get. She knew that she was going to have to swallow my cock. I.