?I guessplaying slut has became a second nature to you so it is not to be expected foryou to remember every single occasion when you were cock-teasing... and being awhore for the hell of it, only to retreat safely back to your family nest onceyour got enough egofucking.? Donnadidn?t know what to say. Donna didn?t know what to say. His words? His wordswere hurting her. They were harsh, obscene, unfair. Donnadidn?t know what to say. ?no? God... no? who? who are you?? ?That?s whatI asked you, Donna.. Grandma Betty never wasted money on buying me clothes, she always said, ‘That’s your parents job. My job is to spoil you rotten. Or what would be the fun of being a grandma Dunky? So you just pick the toy you want, just one toy mind you, but any one that you want.’ Of course picking just one toy from such a vast array piled to the ceiling in row after row of endless isles would be like trying to find the perfect cherry from an entire orchard of cherry trees. But being six years old I knew. As always, I stopped at her place after work. I used my spare key to get inside the house. I walked aimlessly around the living room and the kitchen lost in my phone. I drank some water, and with my eyes glued to the screen, I walked towards the bedroom.The door was closed, and I did not think too much of it then. It wasn’t locked. I shrugged to myself and opened it. That’s when I saw her… my own sister… on the bed in a very compromised position… with her…I closed my eyes, trying to block the. After he left, Cindy came out of the bedroom with a look of shock on her face.“I can’t believe what I heard,” she said.“You offering to suck his cock and even agreeing to pay for it. What in the hell is going on?” she asked.“I never knew you were a cocksucker,” she said.“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. First of all, I’m bisexual and love both cock and pussy. However, I have never sucked a black cock before, and since we are both on vacation, why should you have all the fun,”.