At the end of the tubing was a long plastic nozzleand a valve mechanism not far from the back of the nozzle."Now, my sissy son, strip down to your bra...and panties. Well,really, MY Bra and Panties because you haven't gotten any of your ownyet. I bet you will be very happy to get out of your mother'sunderwear and into your own lingerie. Tomorrow, sweetie, tomorrow."I did as I was told and stood before my sister and mother in bra andpanties, exquisitely made up and hair styled to perfection. My. At first Rebekkah had no idea who it was collapsed in this state of piteous despair. Although she had seen the desperation of so many people in the last few months, as her health improved she had gradually regained her sense of compassion. And even though this naked figure was so obviously a German, her accent apparent in every bitter curse, Rebekkah had rediscovered pity from having seen the fear and desolation of the German refugees, now almost pathetic in their chorus that it wasn't them but. He pulled his finger out and I arched my back downwards to point my slit and ass upwards a little more. I felt his lips kissing my cheeks and his tongue slide down my crack and trace around my little hole once again. I felt the chill of the slight breeze in the room from his saliva on my asshole. He ran a hand up my belly, to my chest, grabbed my boobs and began pulling on my nipple and nipple piercing. I felt his lips and tongue on my pussy as he ran his tongue to my clit and pulled it into. And fish and faeces. My arm pits are smelly. I stink between my hips, like fish at the front, and faeces at the back. I have no friends. Nobody likes me. Everyone thinks I'm a smelly loser. I get bullied and mocked by the bitchy popular valley-girls, they gossip and giggle about me, about how I stink, about my lame clothes, about how much of a dweeb and a loser I am, and when they see me in the hall they chant 'Smelly-boy, smelly-boy, Jonothon's a smelly-boy!' over and over and over. I still.