I sobbed. The father of Beck’s sweat-shirted student commiserated, responding with a hug. I soaked his shirt.That resulted in apologies. The apologi...s led to a suggestion. The suggestion soon led to the idea that maybe sex would help. We had an executive suite at the Boxer; two big bedrooms with a fancy living/dining area between. It was less than four blocks but we took separate vehicles. Beck and I took a taxi and they...the gentleman and his son...took their car...a newish Lincoln.It. Her nipples were pink and erect, each the size of a pencil eraser, standing out prominently from the center of two equally pink, saucer-sized areolas. The left globe was slightly red from all the attention Dean had been giving it a few moments before. She slid her hands up her sides and cupped her breasts from beneath, holding them up for him and massaging them slightly. “Have you ever seen a pair of boobs as big as mine, Dean?” she asked, still smiling that slight, wicked smile at him. Dean. " Do you want me to lick you pussy to start the day Miss Rachel?" No Stephanie, I want to be very horny tonight when my lover fucks mewith his big cock for you!" Yes Miss Rachel."My cock was throbbing in its confinement as she said it out loud."This is the last day for you to lick Miss Lucy's pussy, so I want youto give her as many orgasms as possible today!" Yes Miss Rachel."We got up and started our day.I did my now normal routine of internal cleaning, putting in a buttplug and getting into. We reached. Gopal Ji greeted us. He was unable to remove his eyes from my sister’s beauty. She was in suit salwar and was looking extremely gorgeous.Gopal Ji then told us about all the procedures she has to do while dancing and not to panic when people comment on her and when someone tries to touch her and accept the cash when someone offers her. He then called the choreographer to teach her dance and she went with her. Gopal Ji still was unaware of the fact that she’s my own sister. Neither.