She talked about foster care or adoption. I tried to talk her out of both. I desperately wanted to stay in our home with Fran and learn to be the best... mom replacement a sister could ever have. What settled it (at least I thought so at the time) was Fran saying she would rather have me for a mom than some stranger.Mom had a little insurance. The insurance lady cried with me and Mrs. Roberts. Fran and I hated to wear clothes at home but Mrs. Roberts said we both had to. I loved the house we grew. I am not huge in my endowment but a little above average and a bit thick, but Sean is about an inch longer and pretty thick. Amy liked what she saw and Sean asked if he could lick her? I said hell does it look like I'm in charge? lol Amy laid back in the pool chair and said sure. He wasted no time and remained hard while he licked her to orgasm while she sucked me. It was quite the sight to see her cum so hard and get so wet for such an older man. Amy, like her mom knows how to get what and who. I keep her just so that she can regret what she did to the Association." How ... how can she live like that?" Margaret asked.Chris gave a nasty smile, "She has no choice in the matter, I keep her chained up when I sleep, so she can't kill herself. And at the moment she's standing in the centre of the room, all the cupboards are locked so she can't get anything from there!" He said."But that's not..." Margaret stopped herself from saying 'human'.Chris nodded, "People who betray the Association. She turned her face, her eyes tearing up, trying to rub her cheek against my palm. I knew how difficult the shearing had been for her, she'd talked about her hair over and over in our chats, she was proud of how thick and lush it was. The man at the barber shop had been completely oblivious to any hesitation on her part, he'd taken the shears to her in a way to reminded me of those movies in which hippies got their first Army buzz cut. This wasn't nearly that bad, but what was left was a cross.