I decided to go by there and see if she would give me a free Slurpy. I thought about Billy as I cut through the alley on Second Street. Billy lived on...Second Street, so I kept low and walked in the alley.I could see his house. My Mom and me may be poor, but at least we took care of our yard. I looked at how bad their place needed work. Somehow, I was feeling better! I may be poor, but at least I wasn't white trash like Billy!That's when the rock hit me! It hit me in the spot where males aren't. She pressed a finger against my anus and rubbed counter-clockwise.My dick hardened a bit and I wished like anything I could tell it what to do. She pushed her finger in and pressed down. I squirmed."I've got to keep my boy's prostate healthy, don't I? Can't let mean old Claire have you sucking her pussy with no relief, can I?" I don't think my prostate is in any danger--ow!" her fingernail scraped against something tender."Did I tell you you could talk?" I'm not comfortable with this," I said.. “Smallest first then, and you last, big knob!” He directed his final remark to the older man, who simply grinned back.“By then she’ll be swimming in cum!” He smiled and looked back at me. “You’d like that wouldn’t you Missus?” I simply looked at him through bleary eyes with my most angry look. “I said look sad!” He immediately said and I felt his hand come down in a loud slap across the side of my cheek which nearly knocked me over. I looked sad now! I looked terrified and tears. "When she returned, she had wine and glasses, and damp cloths to wipe us down with. Alison was recovered, and held my glass for me while I drank through a straw.When we had all finished, the two looked at me, than at each other.What do you think? Sybian?" asked Alison of Champa.Mmm, should be fun, double?" Champa replied.They both smiled at my uncomprehending look. Alison went to the corner and pulled out what looked like a footstool, except it had a rounded top, and straps, and an electrical.