While I did have to point out some of the few flaws I spotted, I keptmy words positive overall."Just make sure when you take that step back before the... round off in numbereight, you don't back any further than shoulder width. On the ground itmight look like you're still in line, but from up there," I pointed to therows of seats behind me. "It's easy to see that you're not."Kara looked around, then back at me. "Who was the worst?" Excuse me?" I asked.She shrugged and gestured at the rest of the. ” She said as she sprayed the wounds on my back. It did and I closed my eyes in pain. When I opened them again her face was inches from mine staring strait into my eyes. I could see in hers that she seemed to be getting a kick out of my pain. “You’re some kinda sick aren’t you Ashley?” I said “It could be said.” She smiled at me, making me shudder slightly. She giggled and tweaked my nipple before moving behind me and starting to wrap the bandages around my chest. She finished and allowed. So the evening belonged to Anna and me, and her four new friends, and all their toys and games and entertainment!But first I had to introduce her to my own little surprise.It was a butterfly vibrator, designed to hang down from a waistband to clamp on to and vibrate against her clitoris. But this one was integrated with a vibrating butt plug. That plug held the batteries for both vibrator motors. I'd modified it with three large beads spaced along the power cord connecting the butt plug. But my sister, Gail, was never in any kind of a mind that was right. I always thought for sure she suffered from a severe case of borderline personality disorder — but I was ashamed to say it out loud, since my favorite shrink of my lifetime, Dr. Rita, would shake her finger at me and shush me up for not being qualified, whenever I said so to her! So, it went unspoken. Nevertheless, I was certain that in my sister’s twisted way of thinking about things, she imagined that at every holiday and.