“Yes, Master!” Only one chapter left! Please comment! My Best Friend’s Older Sister: Part 1 William Wagner is the richest kid in our school. Heck, his family is likely the richest in the city. That he and I have been best friends since third grade has been the brightest spot of my life. My parents come from humble roots and are hard workers, but they aren’t inherently ambitious. They believe that success is measured in how asian many hours of overtime they can work in a given week. My older siblings (Tommy and Kari) fall into that same belief system. I’m no stranger to a strong work ethic, but exposure to William and his family have opened my eyes to see that success isn’t defined by only one parameter. William’s voyeur family sees success as identifying problems public in people’s lives, finding solutions to them, and marketing them hell of those solutions. The Pasta Fresh and Only Greens fast food alternative restaurants that dot the downtown corridors of every Midwest city is one of their most recent examples. They weren’t in the food industry before those chains popped up, but they identified a need for tasty organic food that were rapidly prepared and not insanely expensive. They figured out how to solve the need in a way that was economically profitable for both their clientele as well as themselves. With everyone in my house working until eight or nine each night, it’s not hard to understand that I spend more time with William amateur and his family than I do with my own. In fact, my mother thinks having access to a successful family is a good thing for me and for my future. I couldn’t agree more! It came as no surprise that the Wagner’s invited me to join them during a spring break vacation to Thailand. For Will and I, it was our senior year and their family had a tradition of going on an international vacation during spring breaks. Maddie, Will’s older sister, a Freshman at NorthWestern, would also be joining us, and was the secret reason I pressured my parents to let me go on this trip. I’d had a crush on Maddie since 5th grade. I even remember the childhood moment when I stopped thinking girls were “gross” and started thinking that they were “pretty” and “nice” and... in the case of Maddie, “unbelievably sexy.” It was the second day of the school year and I was walking between classes with my books held at my side. I’ve always been slim, undersized kid and unfortunately that sometimes made me a target. A group tits of 6th grade bullies knocked my books out of my hands and kicked them down the hall. The other declined voyeur her, because of not knowing her. I took some pictures of them using various old-timey farming equipment. I didn’t know if it was deliberate or idle doodling; I didn’t know if he tits even realised that he was doing it? I might be a bit rusty." My eyes fluttered. A lot if my clients get that way talking about some very intimate details. I can see the pain in her eyes and for the first time, she actually appears as human as I am. I had to asian have more and more cock! The sex ed book that Mum gave me said that masturbating was normal. I stared up her body, watching her small breasts jiggle as I played with her. “They asked you to help out Logan Meier with homework?” As the awestruck crowd watched a large punchbowl filled with the identification numbers of every slave in the brothel was wheeled on to the floor on a cart. but public there was no more time and no alternative.... And why is traitors plural? Tell me what you want. I could see the amateur budge in her throat as my cock opened up her airways.