She’d seemed rail-thin to him when he’d first met her, but once you got her out of her cowboy boots, she seemed a little more proportionate. And a...yway, on her, it looked good. He’d sighed to himself, hoping a little that Rosa might have found someone for herself. He’d asked her about it once after he’d gotten to know her a little and she’d told him that it probably wouldn’t ever happen due to her deafness and her looks. Craig had felt a little of the sadness which came through the frank way. Mom said that we didn’t have a choice. So, I agreed somehow. My mom sent my brother to his friend’s house for a couple of days and informed uncle about my decision. So he came to our house that night.He was drunk. He gave me some to drink. I quietly sipped his whisky. It tasted bitter. He then slowly removed his clothes and came towards me and started kissing me. At first, I was tense. But I slowly gave in and started enjoying his kiss. He kissed deeper and sucked on my tongue. It was slowly. I then asked Mr. Blue to glaum some black grease paint. It would be easier to get off Sarah's and my skin than shoe polish. All the home boys laughed just then and I wondered if I had cleaned all of the shoe box disguise off my mug.I went over the things I had found out X by X. The first spot was the easiest to plan, we just had to blow up the bunker, and it was a one man job. One of Mr. Blue's men, Leroy, was assigned to blow it up. It was decided that both bunkers would be blown up at the. The near silence continued through supper, but as we finished the clean-up I saw a change come over Wallace’s face.After he dried his hands he turned to me.“On your knees,” he said sternly.I was frozen in place. I couldn’t fathom what was happening.“On. Your. Knees!” he repeated, pressing gently, but firmly on my shoulders.Still puzzled, I sank to my knees in front of him.“Take out my cock,” he said.Then it dawned on me; he was testing my submissiveness, seeing if what I experienced with Linda.