I was somewhat happy to see her there but then again I saw her and felt nervous as to my status in comparison to her. “Don’t worry I am not going ...to complaint on police. You can go now.” I told her as it was the only reason she should be there. She just laughed at me. “Oh really, like I am afraid of them?” she asked me. I was again confused again. “So why are you here? You can go now okay.” I told her and went to my house. This time when I moved to see her, she was getting in her car smiling at. “Do you even have to ask” I said searching frantically for the bottle in the duffle bag. Finally I found it, as I turn back to my sister I’m speechless. She has on the skimpiest bikini I’ve ever seen, porn stars included. I can’t believe mom and dad let her out of the house in it. It was blue and white and about a size too small, so her curves looked even better. “Well I see you like what I’m wearing or what little I’m wearing I should say” she said. “You look gorgeous!” I managed to get out.. I needed it by now; my headache was hammering me from the inside, desperate even for a short mental rest from probing and shifting the probabilities of getting the boss to see reason ... and hopefully for the long term.“To peace then.” He muttered, offering to clink glasses with me in formalized agreement. I obliged, and we enjoyed our drinks with a moment or two of silence. Then with a louder sigh, he pulled open the upper right hand drawer of his ornate desk and pulled out a large metal. I climbed onto the bed and sat back on my calves with my knees spread as far apart as I could get them: porn-star-gymnast-far apart, aimed right where he’d see me if only he’d open his fucking eyes. I didn’t give my tunnel a chance to collapse before I triple-finger-fucked myself again. I rubbed, I pressed, I drummed, I did everything I could think of doing with only three fingers while the heel of my hand pressed against my sweet, swollen clit. I leaned forward because I had to, and then.