The call was returned when I got home from work….I’ll be freshened up and waiting for you,” she said. I liked that we were always all cleaned u... for each other when we met. I walked in the back door and sat at the kitchen table were so many of our get sessions started. I think she made me sit there on purpose so she could make her grand entrance from the hallway…sometimes fully clothed for me to undress and sometimes naked except for high-heeled shoes. I always remarked on how nice her. I knew he was totally drunk, and he was abusing me now, saying, you Indian filth can’t you even suck a cock properly? Look what you have done.I liked the insults. He slapped me hard, and continued you bitch deserve to be slaves, now, c’mon, lick me clean. I knew that not obeying him will mean more of physical abuse, so I abided like a good bitch, licking my puke off his body and penis, sucking it this time while I was licking him clean, he threw up on me too, leaving my hair and face covered in. He laughed when I jumped hearing the trash truck comming down the street and would stop at our house and see me but worse to haul my clothes off leaving me with nothing to wear.As if reading my mind my dad told me not to worry because id have plenty of clothes to wear when becky got home,she would be happy to give me her clothes and get new ones for helping her little sister out.Just as the truck pulled up dad told me it was time to give me one of my other ounishments and led me inside to my. Hearing some soft moaning, I opened the door slowly and leaned in. There, illuminated by the streetlights outside of the window, was my friend, stark naked, masturbating. I wasn't really sure how I felt. Shocked that he was masturbating in my house, or somehow aroused that I'm seeing a male masturbate without him knowing.It's not like I haven't seen his penis before, in Physical Education when we used to do swimming, I'd always catch a glance of him, fully nude, which honestly, made me quite.