When they were in their underwear they told me to stop. They said “that’s enough sucker boy, now remove your dress”. I started undressing myself...one by one. I become completely naked. They make me stood like that and watched my naked body. Then the driver said “come and remove our sweaty underwear”.When I was about to remove it by my hand he stopped me and said “not with your hand, with your mouth”. I bend down and bite at the edge of his underwear and started pulling it down. It took some time. I threw myself into my work, and ignored any opportunity of taking a break.As I sat there under a flaming torch, nursing a warm beer and feeling sorry for myself, I was I heard a voice from behind me say "hello again.". I turned and I was you. As I struggled against the sand to stand up, you gestured me to stay there and then flopped down beside me. You told me that you hate doing these things, but it's a job and your father doesn't look good in a skirt! I think that I must have spat out most. Abdul often took the old lady food and talked to her, As they talked a group of girls from the local girls school appeared and started shouting abuse at the old lady, 12 year old Kim spat at the old lady hitting her on the shoulder, 16 year old Kelly and her twin sister Sara also spat at the old lady calling her a witch before walking away with Kim. Abdul produced a tissue and wiped the spit from the old lady saying sorry it had happened, the old lady was looking at the girls as they walked. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I tugged her head up, focusing her on the gobsmacked four below. “Look at them, sweetheart.”“Your bitch, your fuck-toy,” she said; repeating, again and again, what was her mantra of comfort.“Now show them that you’re a good girl who comes when your Miss asks,” I whispered, releasing the other clamp.The exquisite pleasure of another wave of pain as the blood flowed into that nipple tossed her over the edge into orgasm. No resistance. She howled as her body.