She was about to eat a sloppy, greasy burger.“You guys are so full of shit. You’re not getting pay raises for buttering me up.”“If you’d sto...p dressing like a fifty-year-old accountant you might see what we’re talking about,” Rita said, passing Addie back her phone.I was used to this. Rita and Addie were my friends. They always felt obligated to compliment me, as if I was some sad little pathetic pariah that needed a confidence boost to find a boyfriend. They were both absolutely certain that I. Feigning sleep, I watched as a figure searched thru my dirty clothes hamper and pulled a pair of soiled panties from it, pressing them to their nose and mouth, smelling my womanhood. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized the figure was my dad. He had his cock out stroking it stiff and hard. He turned to my sisters' bed and slowly moved the blankets off her exposing her naked body curled on her side. The light reflected off her buttocks and back, and he stroked his cock more and more at. He pulled his cock out and started yanking it furiously. He told me, “lick my balls slave”. His hand was hitting my face on every downstroke, as I licked his balls. He slid forward and suddenly his ass was on my mouth. He said, “lick it bitch”. His ass came down and was cutting off my air; couldn’t push him off because I had no leverage. So I started licking his ass. I only licked for a minute when he slid back and slammed his cock back in my mouth. He continued to. Though it does carry a nice claustrophobic feel to it. I’ve always liked small nooks. Nobody knows of their existence. Fascinating! But the furniture is bland and it steals the vibe of the closed in phobia. Too bad. I had entered the room, not saying anything. I could here someone moving in the small darkroom adjacent. A young man appeared. ‘Hi Mr. Irons!’ the clean cut twenty something or other said. The young man waved at me after he had pushed the heavy dark curtains to one side. ‘I was.