My hand immediately grasps the shaft, and I squeeze it really hard. He groans with pleasure and I start licking up and down his shaft and around the h...ge head of his cock. He gasps as I flick the fold of skin at the end of his foreskin with my tongue. I peel his foreskin back and lightly touch it with my tongue. He tenses up because of the sensitivity of the head, I tell him to close his eyes and relax, and his body immediately goes limp with the exception of his hard-on. I instruct him to. To make things worse, he pisses himselfoften. I am convinced that demons are controlling this boy. It will takeour prayers and hard decisions from his father to make things better."I was crying. The prophet said I was to blame for mum's death. He alsosaid that I had demons in me.This was also too much for my sister. The next day when we woke up, therewas a letter.Dear familyI will not live here where people are so mean. I will not live at a placewhere my father lets some priest say that my. For a split second I wondered if she thought she'd hooked me. I shook away the improper thought and looked to Chantelle. "Chantelle, do you have anything you would like Annie to respond to?" Chantelle tore her eyes from Annie and looked over at me positively beaming. I thought I saw a worrisome sparkle of lust in her eyes. I'd seen it before. I needed this to be serious. "Annie," Chantelle started, "I know a little about you already, and I know you like..." I almost lunged at Chantelle, but of. The brothers were happy, and the arrangement became a habit.Lucy would spend a number of days in their house at times, before tiring of their company, and heading back home. Her father never seemed to notice, but she put that down to the ever-present whisky bottle, and put it out of her mind.As the term of the arrangement stretched into a number of months, Lucinda, tired of the same old routines, would try to add some variety to the gymnastics, but it soon became apparent that the boys were.