”My voice finally caught up, even if my mind hadn’t quite made it there yet, “What did he say again?”“He said to tell my Master that it was ...time to move up to the larger one Sir, and yes, he was talking about just what you think he was talking about. I was still trying to figure out if he had really said “Master” when he said, “You are walking too well with that one. You are too comfortable with it, wouldn’t you say, my darling daughter?” Somehow, I just knew what he was talking about, and all. And here Isaac was, living with his sister, walking that line, aching to toe over into those incestuous depths himself. He just needed a push.I loved giving pushes. I did it all the time at the massage parlor I owned with Stefani and the Campo sisters.“That’s right,” I told him. “Sisters think of their brothers all the time. Mmm, and we’re just waiting for our brother to be strong. To show us that he’s a man. Unless she’s gay, she craves it deep inside of her. Every woman has that in her. That. I wrapped my fist around my throbbing shaft, and found it slick and hotand wet. I curled my fingers over the spongy head, and gave a muted cryof excitement when I caressed the sensitive underside where the swollentip joined the rock-hard shaft. I lay there gently fondling my stiffie,my eyes closed in bliss, sucking noisily on my dum-dums as I fantasisedabout being a beautiful pampered girl. I imagined myself dressed inglamorous big-girl lingerie and beautiful satin dresses, with. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!On my way back, an hour and twenty later I’m looking for her and funny, but I somehow almost know she’ll be there … and she is!I park the car, wave to her across the street and she comes over. I make no bones about it, I strip her with my eyes as walks towards me, my eyes hot on her crutch.‘Do you know me?’ she asks.‘Not yet,’ I say. ‘But I want to.’We fool around with the chit chat for a couple minutes but we both know what we want – and that we are going to get it. I.