"Help me out here, Kate."Did I have a choice? I slipped out from under the covers, grateful that the darkness, or his own blind drunkenness prevented ...im from seeing my tits. He always drools when he sees me bare breasted. Not that seeing them was ever necessary. His pleasure was in mauling them, biting them, twisting my nipples until I yelled in pain.I knelt, feeling the wet spots on the carpeting from his shoes. Slowly, wearily, I unlaced them. There was no rush, for I knew that at the end of. ‘What a fucking bitch, you sure your only 17?’Becky looked at Leslie helplessly.‘Now you,’ Trevor said to Leslie. ‘Drink it down.’Leslie took the bottle to her lips and swallowed a few hard times. She took the bottle away to take a breath.With that, Trevor erupted. ‘Fucking bitch. I fucking told you to drink it.’Trevor grabbed Leslie by the arm and pulled her away from the table. Becky tried to jump up but felt several strong hands hold her down.‘You stupid bitch, when I fucking tell you to do. I would ask her, and when I say ask, I mean order her.. but a true gentleman does not need to give orders, he asks, she obeys. I digress.I would ask her to dress up for me. Shoes with high heels, black thong panties, matching bra, some nylon stockings, maybe even some garter belt. Short, tight skirt and blouse or corset, to wrap her body up.She would have to wear full make up, lipstick, mascara.. not because she is not pretty without it, but because I love seeing ruined make-up from all the. I started to enjoy it because I never got the true sexual feeling from my hubby.Then he removed my belly button and dragged my shorts down. I left with brown panty. I closed my eyes and kept my palms on my face.He slowly pulled my panty from hip to calves and foot. I was in my birthday suit with plenty of shyness with nervous legs. I removed my palms from the face. He held my panty with both his hands and sniffed my panty hard. Oh! It’s raised my pussy nerves, and my face became red with.