”


“Why bother? We’ve got bitch beer, and a bitch right here to drink it.”


His fist circled my small arm and yanked me over to ...the couch. Mom crumpled on the floor and kept asking him to stop. He did not.

He uncorked the bottle and thrust the fruity juice in my face. “Drink it. Now.”
I took a drink and spit it out, it tasted bad, like rotten berries.
I forced the bottle into my mouth and made me swallow it. I spit most of it up and he slapped me across the face. I stumble and feel onto the. I stuck out my tongue and was rewarded with the sweet taste of womanhood. I licked just enough to get some of her juices on my tongue so I could swallow them. She wanted much more of my tongue, but I pushed her back down to her knees. She was getting no satisfaction from me until I was completely drained. She was so gorgeous when she was unfulfilled. Her hair was totally messed up yet absolutely perfect. Her eyes were a bit watery – near tears. Her cunt was damp and needing attention. She was. On each stroke, she was licking the purple mushroom head popping out of her tits with her moist tongue, making him feel that he was ready to blast soon. His eyes were closed and head had been tilted back.Suddenly he heard her say that he was in her grasp and stopped all the movement to make him shiver and writhe with need. “You will either help me or else”! She completed her thought.Dave stood up quickly with a force to knock her backwards on her knees. “Shut your fucking mouth”. He yelled at. "Don't be naughty," Michele whispered and drifted off into a heavy doze.Michele woke up about ten minutes later and through her drunken fuguerealised that something was dreadfully wrong. She was lying down on thebench seat on her back with her arms stretched out above her head, herwrists tied to the armrest. Her buttocks were propped up off the seat,lifted up by pillows that had been stuffed underneath her. The conductorwas holding her legs up in the air, her thighs parted and her.