He released my ass and I let out a breath, feeling blood flow back into the muscle. I wriggled slightly, opening my legs more, as an invitation. He ma...de no movement and I started to ask him what was wrong when I was shoved to my knees. He spun me around quickly and I looked up at him. His mouth was lifted in a very enchanting smile. I smiled back and something was pushed against my lips. I looked straight again and gasped. He was very large and thick, almost as big around as my arm, and with a. ..In his helpless hand in front if him she placed a small bunch of redroses, a white riding crop, the metal key for his mouth controlcontraption... and a chain around his wrists...She left him standing there for a few minutes and came back with adigital camera... she took a wonderful series of photos for heralbum...She loved keeping pictures of all her matches... her successes...She put the camera down and then rolled a wooden crate over to where hewas standing and behind him... it had built in. He had always dreamed about this day when he was jerking off, but never imagined that it would actually happen... Stupid!, his mind screamed, She meant as a brother, not as a lover! Dimwit! With that thought he relaxed and replied “Of course I do... Sure we fight and screw around sometimes, but you still mean alot to me as a sister...” “Umm, okay” She looked slightly disappointed as she looked back at the TV screen. The house seemed too quiet and so he managed to ask “Is mom at work or. “Honey, the day I stop being annoyed by doctors is the day you put me in the ground, and that includes my good friend Al Barton when he’s doctoring ME.”“Doctor Barton is a sweetheart!” Abbie said. “He’ll be OK with it.”“Al Barton?” I asked incredulously. “A sweetheart? I must have missed something.”“He cares about you,” Abbie said. “Just as the rest of us do. He’s tough on you because you need it. Just as Elyse is. And just as your daughter is.”I nodded, conceding.“Yes, let’s do a memorial on.