Nimar: Hi Fred,.... good morning, George.
Fred: Hi Nimar!
Fred waved at Nimar, he was a happy twin. George shrugged, he was a doomed twin. Nimar caught George's eye and he looked away, Nimar grinned.
George: Hi, Nimar.- George was now hating himself more and more, he wanted to quit the job and run away, he wanted to tell Fred how much he loved him, and how he was suffering, and the torture had not begun.
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The day was slow and awkward. Every time Fred attended a customer and George was carrying boxes form here to there, or accommodating any thing, Nimar will go after him and caress his back or any part of his body she wished, George will freeze dead of what ever he was doing and will start sweating nervously, Nimar will smile and whisper something on his ear, and when ever she whispered he will close his eyes tighly, he won't let Nimar see the fear in George's eyes.
If just a free caress and an ear whisper tortured George, he didn't want to imagine how a little bit of "fun" will affect him. But every time George went back to where Fred was, he saw the smile in his face and though that all the sufering will make his twin happier. So every time he and Fred were in silence, and Geroge was about to burst inot tears and run to Fred's arms, he held himself and talked about anything but that.
And it was a simple game, but so difficult at the same time. George was Nimar's toy, Fred payed less money, Nimar was happy, Fred was happy and George....well he was part happy, part unhappy, he was glad to see his twin´s smile, but so dead of what he was suffering.
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Nimar: Tell me you love me.
George: I.....
Nimar: Say it.
George: I-I lo-love you...
Nimar: Good pup
George: .....
Nimar: I'm proud of you.....
George: ....
Nimar: George, i want you in me....
George didn't moved from his position, on top of nimar with his jeans on only, he was shirtless, and his hair mas messy, Nimar was beneath legs semi-open holding George by hi hips, no clothes on.
Nimar: Now.....
George shivered shaked a little bit when he moved, he slowly took his jeans off, and for Nimar's disappointment, there was no exitation sign. Even with his boxers, she coulnd't see a sort of bump in him. George gulped, that was what he feared, if he wasn't exited, Nimar will get upset, that will mean troubles for Fred.
Nimar: Aww....the frightness killed Georgie??
George blushed, she was nobody to judge that....He tried to think in anythig that pleasured him....-rubber duckies, no! Emm, emm, Nimar?? No! Arggh.....Fred.....yes...Fred shirtless, Fred in boxers, uuuuu, Fred clothless!- it worked, Fred was his....lets call it, his "target".
Nimar: Better, now, inside.
George took Nimar by her hips, and managed to be in front of her, her legs were open, he entered her, slowly, and Nimar felt how she was being opened, George started pumping, his eyes closed thinking that Nimar was Fred, -Stronger.....aww.....stronger pup.....stronger- George stopped being gentle and started pumping really hard and fast that the bed started squeaking.
Nimar took hold of George's shoulder and putted him down, still inside her, and kissed him, her lips over his, she was playing with George's upper lip, and that just made him go faster, she moaned softly into his lips, she caressed his back and touched a spot that made George moan loudly, she took advantage of that and introduced her tongue into his mouth. George knew he now had to be faster and stronger, and play with Nimar's mouth the same way she played with his.
Nimar: Awww, aww pup, FASTER,........
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