I wanted to spend some time with him. This seemed like a good time to talk with him about Mom.He got his wine, snacks an started to go back to his ro...m. I ask him if I can come up with him and talk for awhile.He said sure you can talk to me anytime you like Becky, Then started to cry and said he was sorry for calling me by Moms name. That made me start to cry as well. He went up stairs and I followed him after stopping in my room to grab a long tee shirt I was going to try and put on. It. Just then, Alison came out of the cubicle, gasping “what the fuck?!”“I know you English girls like sucking cock,” sneered Oz, “maybe if you suck mine good enough, I don’t beat your boyfriend.”“No,” she said, shaking her head and backing away.“Don’t do it!” I yelled, “I don’t give a fuck if he hits me!”In answer, he hit me three more times, short hooked shots into the ribs. I was ready but they hurt like hell, forcing a groan from me as his mates held me there, unable to avoid it or defend. Hiseyes were on the road, hoping no one would go by. They rarely did, butstill.His behind was shifting side to side, the dress swinging back andforth, as he swiveled his hips, as instructed. His thighs wouldoccasionally rub together, the soft nylon quite slippery as they met.This sent little shivers up his back. The nylon was tight too, encasinghis legs, and bum, rubbing on his, well they were tight. His sister hadgiven him energizer support hose, they would constantly remind him whathe was. " I said, knowing my cock was throbbing and dripping.She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth.The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs."Do you know what I read recently?" No, what?" I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'Feed me'."I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my Literotica stories sometimes Especially this one."Uhhh yes.