I'm becoming a quivering mess. She inches closer, her skirt now in my face, and now a little closer as my nose slips under the fabric. I want to shoot...my tongue out, but I resist, like a good whore. I even start whimpering, and she hears it and laughs. She is laughing at my torment, laughing at what a dirty little slut I am, and her laughter turns me on even more.I remember when I thought I could resist them. When they first captured me, and when I first insisted, they could take my body but. Bu don't worry,there will certainly be another argument at my house tomorrowevening." I watched her go down the hall to the bathroom, mixed thoughtsrunning through my still-fuzzy brain. It can't be wrong, Iconcluded, for a brother and sister to love each other as muchas we did. I couldn't wait to be with her again. I might as well not have gone to the office the next day. AllI could think about was my sister's wonderful body. I wonderedwhat her tits looked and felt like. I. It wasn't like Linnea didn't know who I was -- the staff wasn't that large -- but she could have anybody she wanted; I was barely on her radar.I was glad I worked for Irene. She was big on discipline and etiquette, but there wasn't a mean bone in her body. I slowly pushed her designer skirt up to her hips and buried my face between her cheeks. Yum, I thought, wetting my tongue in her moist pussy before concentrating on her wonderful rosebud.Suddenly Irene was pushing me away; I sat back on my. It was so impossibly supple, he could fill his palm with it. Tepin’s eyelids fluttered as the fabric of his shorts brushed against his eversion, stimulating his sensitive shafts. He was becoming far too excited, this was getting out of hand. At this point, was he not just exploiting his new friend?He pulled away reluctantly, leaving a trail of multi-colored hand and fingerprints that wandered down her belly, his arousal only growing as his eyes played over them. Everywhere that his hands had.