"Bet your daddy wouldn't like this..." That was an understatement, since her father had sent her out of South Africa for fear of what marauding negroe...s might do to his little darling! "Just get the keys, sweetheart," the janitor gently encouraged as Erika's icy blue eyes glared up accusingly at him, but she focused on the task when she choked a little on the oral intrusion and spittle rolled down her chin and dribbled onto one of her breasts. Sure enough, her lily white arm stretched to its. She claimed to now be able to deep throat a 9 inch jell dildo. I asked her what other lessons Anita had been teaching her. She seemed reluctant to share any more so I pressed her for information. "Are you sure you want to know?" she asked. I reassured her, "If this is going to work out, you must be willing to share everything." I was getting hard again thinking about potential scenarios."Well," she said, "uh, you're sure you want to know?" Yes, I do," I replied. "Well, she has been teaching me. " You mean I don't pick them out?" Janet's eyebrows dipped."I am so sorry. With the remodeling, they are not customer accessible. But Gian will choose something exceptional for you that will enhance your camera presence. Now, would you like your make-up professionally applied?"I said "No" at the same time Janet said, "Yes!" I gave Janet a glare but she nodded in acceptance. Perhaps our definitions of necessary were different."So that is a yes. And your hair?" Alonzo toyed with the bouncy. ..” I started, but my words trailed off at the vision before me. My plain flat chested, skinny sister had transformed into a vision. She stood in the kitchen looking like Lara Croft, clad in a tight vest and lycra shorts. Her lack of exercise had put on eight pounds or so and her hips were beautifully rounded inside her spray on pants. Her six pack was now just a flat tummy, but her running vest was bursting at the seams. I stood, silent and stunned, admiring, or rather, ogling her for a full.