One day Dylan was out hunting, and he drew her to the couch. He sat and she crawled on top of his lap, like she liked to do. He just held her for a wh...le, loving her, breathing in her soft girlish scent.“Girl,” he said.“What.”“We gotta talk about something ... about the future...”“Okay...” she was already suspicious, he could tell.“Girl. I’m not a young man, and I’m not getting any younger. You are a young woman, not even yet in the prime of life. Dylan is a young man, also not yet in his. ”Now we know how we feel about each other” She whispered in my ear. I got hard. She noticed my bulge ”and now what is this lump here” she giggled. She reached her hand towards my dick, touched it through my pants. ” Let's take care of this problem,” She said slyly.She took my pants off and looked at my dick. ”Oh it’s so big John” She moaned.She grabbed it jacked it off a few times, I let out a quiet moan she took this as encouragement and jacked me off more. I was moaning rapidly now ” Oh sis”. Then she increased the tempo of her beating.She hesitated long enough to notice me stroking my dick."Oh, look at this, Perry," she hissed. "Will is getting off by watching you get beaten. Is that right, boyfriend?"I was so embarrassed for both of us that I couldn't answer. However, my dick was still as hard as a fence post."Look," she said, noticing my dick, "he has a big, fat hard-on."Then she glanced quickly back and forth between his red ass and my hard dick."You know what, Will," she said. "Faster, faster!" I heard this non-stop every day and night. I was cutting my fingers to pieces trying to keep up, but no matter how hard I tried or quickly I tried to work I found out that it wasn't good enough for the chefs. The atmosphere was loud and abusive and I hated nearly every minute I spent there.I learned later that this was a perfectly normal routine hazing done to every single new kitchen assistant as everyone tried to 'toughen up the new kid'. It was nothing personal, just a long.