"Get your ass in gear, Gwen. It's Friday." Friday?" She tried to move her legs, but a throbbing pain in her crotch made her stiffen. She reached down ...and felt the tender, battered flesh around her vagina."Yeah, Friday. We're going up to see Sybil and Bob. Now come on." His voice was restless and his hands shook as he tried to snap the suitcase closed."Hurry the fuck up," he yelled, his eyes smoldering, his biceps twitching hysterically."I can't move," she mumbled, closing her eyes and falling. " She sniffs. "You'll need to floss, brush and rinse with the wash you'll find in the bathroom. First put on these. I'll get you a glass of milk. Can't have you passing out. You're the main attraction."She hands me a pair of stockings, they're ivory colored with broad lacy bands at the thighs, then a pair of impossibly high heeled sandals.I sit numbly on the bed and slip the stockings on. They fit tightly and gleam, their lacy edges accenting my thighs. I spend a moment looking at my calves, at. I nodded.“Get on your knees, then. And show me how much you like it.”I knew where this was going. But I just couldn't resist. I knelt before him and held out my hand to jerk him off, but he slapped my face. “No hands!”Unable to resist, I kissed the tip of his huge tool and licked the shaft. With each second, I was becoming more confident and less scared. I put it a bit deeper and started sucking. His moans merged with those coming from the TV. I felt his hands on the back of my head.“You love. To give me an idea about how things had been, Anne told me about one occasion when she came home early from school one afternoon and found Aunty Eileen sitting on the settee with her mother and Mr. Dean. They were naked so she knew what was going on. She didn’t stop her mum from undressing her and they were soon all kissing and touching each other. She remembered how sexy she still found and so exciting to watch he mother and aunty being fucked by the old man. That was the first time that she.