“What words do you need to say to make this evaluation end?” He asked again.“I don’t know!” I whimpered.“Meatloaf! Say Meatloaf and your p...in goes away and you can take that stink-box of yours off the broom and put on your clothes as a failure!!” Justin said.I was ready to give up. I had no idea how long the evaluation had lasted or how long it would last. When Justin called me a failure, a part of me vowed not to fail him.“No Sir, I don’t want to fail you!” I cried as the slobber and snot. We referred to ourselves as Hamonites and as such, we operated a slew of shady businesses from Paul's transmission shop to a pair of thrift stores and even a snowcone cart called Mr. Freeze. All staffed by drug addicts, thieves and paedos. On Sundays after church, we would chase hookers off the streets and shut down crack houses with nothing more than picket signs and a bull-horn.If you didn't do exactly what the pastor wanted, he would, "hook you up". That would usually involve some poor sap. Naked from the waist down, he sat back down beside his topless sister. His cock was at full erection. Teresa did not resist when Mark slid his fingers in her soft feathered black hair and pulled her head over and pushed down. When her lips touched the head of his cock, Mark said, “Take it in your mouth and suck it like the obedient slut you are now.”Teresa wrapped her lips around the bulbous head and then slid her lips down towards the base of his cock. When the head of his cock hit the back of. Once, I fucked the owner of a restaurant after hours, in the dead heat of Indian summer. We fucked hard and fast right on the floor. The wait staff was still cleaning the kitchen. Anybody could have walked in. I loved that too. Oh, how I loved that. The very first time we were all together it was at their house. I think, they knew how nervous I was. For this, more privacy would make me comfortable. The house was private. We ate dinner and settled into the living room. Drinking wine and talking..