Yes, they were draconian and had debased, degraded andviolated him physically and mentally. They'd never explained theirreasons or their purpose, or e...en their objective to him, expecting himto learn quickly by trial and error, but they were at least consistent;they always treated him as the pre-pubescent girl they obviouslyexpected him to emulate. They hardly ever even hinted at, let aloneacknowledged his previous existence and were detached and almostprofessional in their approach to his. I licked my lips and looked at him and smiled. During our next dance he suggested we go to his place and get to know each other better. I agreed and followed him to his apartment.Once inside he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my lips toward his. His tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth and his treatment was having a positive effect on me as my pussy began to get wet. When we separated I stepped back and removed my blazer showing him my braless tits once again. "Nice tits baby" he. Itmade my body tremble to have him look at me that way. Slowly he reached over and begancaressing my nipples. “Mmm.” I couldn’t help but moan. I’ve had my nipples caressed many times, but not like this. This was a strange man’s fingerstouching my nipples and pinching them gently. I didn’t know what to do. I pushed my chest towardshim letting him know I was enjoying his attention. I reached down to feel his hard cock through his pants. He grabbed my hand and pushed it aside. “There will be time. ”I sighed but put on a smile and said, “I understand.” I was pretty disappointed though because Uncle Paul was probably the best, funniest forty-nine year old uncle anyone could ever have. He was a large, burly man with a short, fuzzy beard and was always laughing, telling the most outrageous and funny stories. He would let us play any music we wanted (yes, including Eminem and Lil’ Wayne) on their humongous stereo system all day, let us drink Redbull at ten PM, and pretty much let us do.