'Do come in', I said, drawing both my knees up to mt chest, to allow for the door to open freely in the confined space, and to open me to his view as ...he door opened quietly on its hinges, my naked cunt and swollen labia awaiting his attention.He pushed into the small cubical, hard up against the pan on which I sat. He closed the door and I relaxed my legs around his as he took his cock from his pants and offered it to my willing mouth. I sucked on him, feeling his warmth and the tactile. You will spend your time with your brother, the band until the tour is done, and you can be on your own. You will be meeting me once a week at various places, with me under a different identity, such as... you wouldn't remember a Brandon, would you?" he asks and my eyes widen, making all my breath leave my lungs. "That was... you?" I ask, biting the inside of my cheek until I taste the metallic flavor of blood. I'd let him touch me and kiss me and my stomach turned violently at the thought. I. Amanda," he said. He gripped my upper arm andhauled me out the door and across the boudoir to the door of Mom'sbedroom.I couldn't believe Amanda had the nerve to move into my mother's rooms soquickly. Who said she could move in at all? Then I remembered that fortax reasons, we didn't own the house, Frock Farm did. If Amandacontrolled Frock Farm, she controlled the house, too. She could probablymake me pay rent, or even evict me, or make me disappear. In a sense, shealready had. I would not. Trisha's eyes opened wide insurprise."What? Why did you do that?" I didn't mean to startle you. Umm... raise your right arm straightout from your shoulder and hold it there."Bemused, she did as he asked. He put the end of the tape at themidpoint between her shoulder blades and ran it out, flat against her,to the shoulder. He stopped for a moment to look at the tape, then hecontinued on, stopping when he reached her elbow.He was standing _very_ close. Trisha could feel his breath on her.