“Yes, I am, and my tits are getting so hard, I need you to suck them and run your tongue down my body.” Bailey stood holding her phone to her ear ...and stroked her clit, to her stomach and feeling her firm bosoms. “I need some honey, baby. Can you give me some honey?” Charity and Bailey lived in a high rise overlooking Lake Michigan. The gray sky blocked out the sun, and the torrent of rain was comforting as Bailey stood on the white frieze carpet. Looking out the large window of their apartment. “Please no! I don’t wanna do it anymore,” his sister pleaded.“Without or with the drugs, it’s your choice bitch, either way you’re going to do it,” Sammy said, without showing any mercy.Reluctantly Abby stood up, pulled the sash loose and slipped the robe off, fully exposing her still fabulous body to her brother; completely cognizant of what she was doing for the first time. She hated herself for doing it, but knew he would just drug her again, and then do whatever he wanted anyway. Abby was. Maybe this was what she saw in him—his natural fear of bending to her, much like a plant does to sunlight? A possibility, he mused.He felt like he was in another universe indeed when he slipped on the leisure suit that had been hanging in plastic wrap in his closet after the work-week had ended. He hadn’t touched the suit in several years, but the plastic had preserved it like new. The thin fabric of the dress trousers felt cool against his legs, and when he finished dressing, he looked in the. She paused a second as if contemplating a thought and then said "Ok, let's go get some dinner. We can shop for shoes on another day."---It was a quiet ride to the restaurant. I was lost in my thoughts and apparently so was the wife. After we had ordered, the wife finally broke the ice."When I found your high heels last Saturday, I didn't know what to think. My first thought was they belonged to another woman. I started racking my brain for any other signs that would indicate you were seeing.