My cheeks burned and I gagging shifted, which only made her laugh wickedly. I riding felt even more like a boy. A part of me wanted to turn around, march in, and show my mother I was a man right here, right now. But Mrs. Elliston didn't advise me to do that. “Your sister's in the conference deepthroat room,” she added. “She says blowjob she masturbation needs to speak to you.” I frowned. “Why?” Her smile only grew and she winked at me. I headed to the conference room, opening the wooden door. It was a small room with a long table in the center, a laptop charging in the middle, chairs around it. My sister sat perched on one wearing a tennis skirt and a tank top, her round breasts molded by the white fabric, her lithe legs crossed, the skirt short. “Why are you here?” I asked. “Checking up on me? Trying to sabotage me.” “Just being a good sister,” she said as she slipped off the table and turned around. She wiggled her ass at me. “You're getting nowhere with mom, right?” “I'm making progress,” I answered, her skirt swaying about those tanned thighs, the cloth falling over her tight rump. My dick throbbed. “Mmm, but that's not the same as satisfaction.” She bent over lower. “So I thought I'd be a loving sister and help you out. She's your anal slut.” I got quite a shock when a hot squirt of cum landed on my face in the darkness. The pragmatic ruthlessness of the plan sounded like riding something Prestira would’ve suggested, but Prestira was gone. I slowly start to make my way out of the room and into the bathroom, straight gagging across the hall. She feigned a smile, but her sorrow was evident. Facing the wall, I can’t masturbation see what Tate is doing. “Sweet lady. You just want to see his cock, or both of deepthroat us naked”, but then spoke. “Alright I’m going, just remember to keep quiet. Her own world of pleasure, and I was the key to that lock. Warm. I wanted Tom to see Heather. “You’re just trying to get him to spank blowjob and fuck us Zoe.”