..' Tears welled up in my eyes as Billy tapped at the door saying '...one minute...' followed by jeers and laughter. Steven stepped closer and I step...ped backwards stumbling over a mop bucket. I caught my balance as Steven closed the distance between us and kept me from standing up right by holding me down by placing both his hands on my shoulders. As Steven held me he shuffled his cock closer to me encouraging me '...come on open you mouth and start sucking, the quicker you do this the quicker. I paused for a moment again, and thought to myself 'Would I?'. Then responded with 'Yes.' Again, a few moments passed without a word. 'Its not really right, love, and it wasn't really something I was suggesting.' he said somewhat defensively. 'I know' I replied. 'But I'd really like to see it.' 'Well, I'm not sure what your Grandma would think about it!' he offered. Grandma was out shopping, as she always was at this time on a Thursday afternoon. 'Grandma needn't know.' I protested, which must. Do I need to spank you some more?" He bellows, making her jump, startling her with his curt tone."Please, don't..." she meekly pleads, too late, his hand crashes down in one swoop, a single slap but effective in making her whimper softly despite herself."For pity's sake, open your damn legs child!... I want to see why you are so wet down there."No longer daring to resist she parts her thighs a fraction. Her face glows red with despair at her perversion, she wonders who is worse, him or indeed. I woke in confusion, searching for the illuminated red of the clock, finding nothing. The bedroom was a well of darkness, a void of light that had no end. Was there a power outage? Not even the amber stars of a midsummer’s night could be seen through the drafty parsonage window. With uncertain hands I groped for the bedside lamp, touching instead a velvet warmth my sleepy mind instantly knew was skin. I drew back in alarm. “Father,” said the voice again, a little louder, a little closer. I.