”“Like what?”I smiled. It was just like Sia to interrogate me, but sex added to the equation brought a rather interesting dimension. “Like any...hing that causes pain or humiliation.”I expected her to probe for clarification until I was stripped bare of any obfuscation. Clearly, I still had a lot to learn about her mental wiring.She took a sniff of the veal, nodded in satisfaction - it passed her demanding scent test - and took a bite. Looking up at me, smiling while chewing, eyes twinkling with. Karen opened up her briefcase and pulled out some proof-reading that she had brought from the office. She forced herself to work on it across the West Slope of Colorado, deep into Glenwood Canyon, on past lunch time. Her eyes tired, she slept in the afternoon, and awoke only when the train lurched a bit as it stopped in Winter Park. The train was running an hour or so late in a snowstorm now, and it was dark under the storm clouds. She pulled out the guide and saw that they were in a little. It was game on. I approached Greg the next day. He thought I was joking at first. It did sound a bit odd, being asked to be Gemma’s blow job Guinea pig. “What will I have to do?” He asked, uncertainly. “Not a lot. You just have to sit there while we teach Gemma how to do a good blow job.” “Right.” “It will all make sense on the day Greg.” “OK Danielle.” “You look worried Greg, should I find someone else!” “No.. no! I’ll be OK… it’s just a bit daunting!” “Oh Greg! You’ll be fine!” Greg had to. I never viewed my sister in a sexual way, but my friends always seemed too. I had only seen her naked a couple of times, but that was only a quick peek. I do think it was safe to say that she had a nice body. If I had to guess, I would say that she had probably high B to low C size breasts. It wasn't so much seeing my sister that surprised me, it was what she was doing! She had a friend in the room with her, one that I had seen a couple of times before, I think her name was Jaime. My sister.