Gaul triumphantly closed the car door and strutted up to the house pridefully. He grasped the golden doorknob and walked into the house leaving it sme...red with blood as well.Gaul slowly ascended the oak stairway. His clawed feet scratching against the wood. His breathed with a rasp with a chuckle inbetween. He reached the top of the stairs seeing a dimly lit room at the end of the hall the sound of fire lightly crackling emenating from it. He walked down the hall seeing a pair of hand cuffs. Kim is mine. What brings you to this god forsaken town Wallace?”“Business… and pleasure,” he replies smiling coyly.They laugh heartily before carrying on with their (already) smoothly flowing conversation.“Weren’t you taught to never mix business with pleasure?” teases Kim after downing the last mouthful of the frothy barley he had been imbibing.“But isn’t that what escort services are all about? You pay to get pleased!” Wallace shoots back.“Touche!” comes the rejoinder from the red eyed local.. That was when my uncle John came into my life. As this story is about my uncle John and what we did, maybe I should tell you about him. He was two years younger than my father, which would make him about 36 at the time of this story. He had been a tennis player and somewhat of a playboy and now was down on his luck, so it was only natural that my dad invited him to come stay with us for a while. To a sixteen year old virgin he was like a movie star. He would regale me with tales of his. I quickly swallowedbefore I was told trying not to think of what it wasinside my mouth.“That’s my girl.”He reached out and brought me to my feet. I almoststumbled back as I lost balance wearing my heels. Hepulled me into his arms forcing his mouth onto mine.His tongue entered my mouth and I reacted by swirlingmine around his. He held onto my chin as he peered intomy eyes.“You still want my cock?”“Yes, you know what I come here for.”“Did you do.