Eventually Sandra ran up the stairs leaving me there, I still laughed, I couldn't seem to stop. She brought her uncle back down who once again beat me...into unconsciousness.When I woke up again in pain, as soon as I saw Sandra I began laughing again. She tortured me a bit but I just kept on laughing at her.She tried muzzling and gagging me but it didn't completely dull the noise. I could see Sandra getting more and more frustrated by her inability to control me. It was the only way of fighting. Michael had offered to wait up for their daughter and Felicitygratefully retired, unaware that Michael had slipped a little somethinginto her drink that would knock her out for the evening."Oh daddy, thank you so much!" Rebecca rushed up to her father and huggedhim.He held her close, smelling her perfume."You deserve it honey; you've been a good girl." Michael hugged her tohim, feeling the swell her breasts press against him."The shoes are wonderful, everyone was jealous." Her eyes. ”“Everything OK?” my mother asked.“It can wait until after breakfast, although I do need to talk to both you and dad, before he goes off to work today.”My brothers all looked at me strangely, but everyone went back to what they were eating.Mom, Dad and I moved into the dining room to have this discussion.“What is it, Michael?” my dad said.“A few things. Last night I got a call about providing music for a 30th High School Reunion for ‘The Academy for Individual Excellence,’ Class of 1992.”“They. Reluctantly, I began licking her pussy. Sholonda called me a useless bitch and ordered me to lick her harder. In spite of myself, I obeyed.I licked Sholonda's hot, hairy and sweaty pussy as best as I can. She was really demanding, insisting that I lick her this way or that. When I deviated from the pussy licking format she liked, she would smack my face. Hard. I hated that part. I've never been smacked by some bitch before, though I've smacked plenty of bitches. Afterwards, she had me lie on.