I turned on the couch so I would be sitting facing her. Megan pushed me back and spread my legs. My cock was right in her face! My cock started twitch...ing standing straight up like that and my sister smiled.Megan lowered her head; I held my breath and closed my eyes. Is this really happening? I thought. Is my sister really about to suck on my cock?I opened my eyes just in time to see Megan's mouth close over the head of my dick. I let out a deep sigh. The sensations coming through my cock were. Sequential, but overpowering.She turned and ran from the club. On the street she hailed a cab and gave him her address.Away from the music and incessant beat of the bass speakers – away from the debaucherous act she had just committed she tried to grasp a fleeting reality that was still just out of reach.She leaned against the window in resignation. She felt like she had just had the most massive orgasm of her life – this is how she ‘should’ have felt earlier after her personal release. Even. “That is in my programming, captain,” responded the disembodied voice with a tinny chirp.Elia nodded, which seemed to trigger the all-seeing construct to carry out her instruction. With a room-filling cloud of gaseous mist, the shoulder-to-wall gym locker of a room backed off on the pressure valve, securing safe passage into the relatively unknown landscape. The bright daylight slipped through the widening crack of the exterior bisected hatch, temporarily blinding the unprepared. “Oh, honey, you have no idea how badly I want you! I’ve wanted you since English class today!” I assured my sex slave.“Good, because I am your sex slave, and not just for the week. I don’t care if you think of me as a girlfriend or not, because I’m your slut and I’m at your disposal. Well, except on the Sabbath. I have to be good on Shabbos and go to temple. My folks aren’t that secular, even if they are Reform Jews,” Sarah warned me.“That’s cool. I like Jewish girls. Sarah Silverman. Natalie.