We were attending a dance at the Aspen Inn. I had been living with Sherry about three years off and on and our relationship had not always been smoot...h sailing. Sherry was twenty-four, hazel eyes, brown hair, and light complexion with lots of freckles. Although not beautiful, she had a cute pixy look and a sweet figure which made her sexy as hell. Personality wise, it was hard to say. She had two. I had been living with her about six weeks when I met Sherry #2. She was a classical. I scream for the lash, and cry between lashes. He works his way down my back; as he reaches my waist, I swear to myself, for the hundredth time, that I will never again come back here. But I know that I will.He stops after whipping my waist. I continue to cry, for a long time. He gives me sugared water. I hadn't even realized he had left. I drink the water greedily. Screaming and crying is thirsty work. He moves again behind me. How many lashes have I received? I lost count, but I can remember.. She stood before him as he ordered, looking up at her eldest brother as he moved his rough hand over her pretty face. She had turned fifteen a week earlier and her eldest brother had decided he was through waiting and he would awaken his little sister further to the cruel world, though with the harsh world he planned to show her many pleasures. He had already been teaching her the ways between a man and woman since she was thirteen. However, tonight he had more in store. He tucked his fingers. I can't explain it, all I know is I get suck a wonderful feeling knowing I am responsible for another person obtaining that glorious feeling. I don't want to bore you, I got out of the tub and we went into my room, I got Sister out of her habit and we ended up licking, each other and using our wonderful toys on each other at the same time. Even though Sister Mary Margaret is close to 50, her body is nice and trim, and so sensitive. Everywhere I touched her, she loved it. After a long while.