It was New Year's Eve. I was lounging, in a tank top, bra, and panties,my toe and finger nails freshly painted, my hair getting longer andbeginning t...o touch my shoulders, my face lightly made up, my lips shinyred and kissable. I was freshly out of the shower, having spent theprevious hour on my knees, my panties on the floor, an eight inch dildosuctioned to the wall, low down, sticking out lewdly, my pussy wet andlubed, riding that cock, reverse cowgirl style. As if someone specialwas. The question was where was my brother now that I really needed him."Hey you're not so stupid are you?" said the brother just before the waiter came back with two glasses. "And that's what was happening tonight, my sister was out to enjoy herself and get over a break-up with her boyfriend. Now there's two things my friend and I don't understand." He stopped as the waiter placed a seafood cocktail in front of each of them. "The first is why she would allow a fat slob like you to pick her up?"Now. Then, Tink began cutting the wire at an oblique angle into pieces some two centimeters long and twisting them into the chain links at intervals creating barbs that would insult her skin. Tink, removed her tunic and stepped naked up onto her cot and threaded her body into the iron harness she’d crafted. The harness took on the look of a teardrop as it surrounded her body. Her legs would hang free with the front/rear chain supported her groin, the chain pressing painfully into her vagina and. .”She handed me the iPad and there was a woman who looked a lot like Georgia being buggered rather roughly by a well-built guy whilst orally pleasuring another guy. I’m no expert on porn, or indeed film making in general, but I’m guessing from the décor, the volume of Georgia’s mum’s hair and visible clothing this was made in the late 80’s.All I could think to say was, “her boobs are much bigger than Georgia’s”“Falsies mate, I’ve seen photographs and other videos, it’s obvious in those.”“So how.