She got up and knelt between my legs. With hands all greased up, she went back to work on my cock, one hand stroking and the other squeezing my balls....Her technique was wonderful. Of course, at that time I only had one other experience to compare it to. Watching my beautiful sister giving me a hand-job was too much.I almost came, but she stopped. I looked down to see why she had stopped.Melissa was scooting back away from me. Then she bent over my cock and took me into her mouth. Her mouth was. I wasn’t sure I would be able to stave off the on coming orgasm. Jack answered all his Mothers questions, quite respectfully in fact. He kept eying the hairbrush she was waving in front of his eyes which no doubt helped with the respect aspect. It would though wouldn’t it. “Right young man, let’s continue then shall we” Auntie Sarah said after yet another gap in proceedings, another rest period, happy with the responses her 17 year old son had given her. Jack tensed his. We get screwed and tortured and we learn to accept it because that's part of our job. In Chechnya, they were good at it. They knew the knobs to turn - how to tinker with a woman's head and rewire her persona. They knew how to re-work her self-image and shape her ideas of love, beauty, loyalty and romance until they became intertwined, contorted, ugly and unrecognizable. They turned sex into something to be feared, Mr Pendrill - something lurid and putrid; an expression of hate and not of love,. "Yes?" He eyes track across my leathers, my face. I don't know if I see recognition in my eyes."I'm looking for Lou," I say, my voice shakes and I halve to put a hand against the brick wall to steady myself, I feel like I'm floating and it is not pleasant."I'll get her," she steps away from the door, closing it a little, " Louise! There's a man her to see you."A man? I always think of myself as a boy, it's always what Kieran calls me. I suppose, what with the height and wide shoulders, I don't.