You want to meet him but he is busy, maybe you can cook a meal for him.You look around, there not much here. Some plastic chairs, a table. Your plates... are mix and match, well mor mixed then matched after all you are just getting started. How can you have him come over.That night I eat alone and think of him just a few feet from me. As I listen to the tv I can hear his playing ESPN.Now as I lay in bed there is a scratching on the wall. As I sit up in the dark listening the clock saids that it's. If he did, he would find my stash.I watched TV till bedtime and then crawled onto the foldout cot that served as my bed. I pulled the covers over my head and said a silent prayer that this time it would be OK and he wouldn't come in. I fell asleep and didn't wake when they came home, both falling down drunk. But it was OK since he was thankfully too drunk to come at me. At least he must have been since he left me alone.The next day was a bad one. Dad was angry about something he said mom did. Grace and I sat in the back seat of the car on the way home – Mum kept checking the rear view mirror – watching my hand sliding underneath her skirt. Grace gave the game away with a whimper when I had three fingers inside her: “are you alright darling? Is your big sister being unkind”?“No Mum – it’s all fine” Grace replied “it’s not like she’s fisting me or anything”. She was learning to lie quite convincingly – she had a good teacher. Another two minutes and I would have had Grace cumming –. "Just the sound of her voice had a calming effect on me - the way she talked to me. She wasn't always nice, but I did sense some affection. I trusted her with my emotions."Please Master Leroy, may sissy please lick the cum from your hand?" Please sir."Finally Master Leroy reached out his hand and allowed me to lap the creamy fluid up into my hungry mouth. It did still taste tainted with the lubricant, but I didn't care. When I wasn't whining about my perverted taste in sex, about my total.