"Roquan raised an eyebrow questioningly."That you're a boor with little or no taste or refinement." That should not surprise me in the least." Oh, it ...gets better. Want to hear what he's been saying about your clan?"Roquan's eyes hardened and his muscles tensed. "I can guess," he said curtly. "Perhaps we shall leave it at that." Unfortunately, we can't."Roquan paused, then sighed through his nose and turned away from Rennis, walking halfway across the length of his outer chamber of his. ‘Do you want to go upstairs now?’ ‘Oh yeah,’ he breathed. ‘Go on, I’ll follow you.’ I went back up the stairs and noticed he was hanging back. I was about to ask if there was some kind of problem until I realized he was staring up my skirt. I fought back a wave of revulsion and we went into the room. I didn’t know what he had in mind, so I just locked the door, switched on the intercom and sat in the chair. He sat down on the bed and the springs creaked in protest. We sat there in silence for a. Of course it’s the talented part that always hangs me up. I mean, I know that I’m good. My pictures usually look like what they are supposed to be and all that- but do I really have talent? Of course that’s a subjective question and my artistic need for creating my own agony keeps me from being able to firmly settle on any sort of definitive answer to it. Some days I’m convinced of my own genius, while others I cower in fear that I’ll be found out for the hack I really am. So anyway, this. After lunch she taught me how to eat her pussy, and then she pulled out the strap-on.”“Oh god, that’s almost too much information, Sis!”She smirked at me.“I think Jessie and I ought to give you a practical demonstration sometime real soon! Anyway, she also showed me how she could deep-throat the strap-on dildo, which was eight inches long. She told me that Dad just loves being blown.”I interrupted her. Guess that answered my question about who’d taught her that amazing BJ technique.“Yeah, I.