But he knew he would leave marks.He didn't want to cover her with welts.Larry didn't want the folks to find out what he had done to his sister.Instead...the boy threw the strap aside and it scuttled across the floor, coming to a rest near his crumpled, sweat-soaked tee- shirt.The boy could feel his cock reach full engorgement inside his pants, feeling like it was going to burst out of his underwear and jeans.The swollen prick felt horribly cramped inside his pants and he knew that it would spring. There apartment was stark, as Theresa, Donalds mom, told me over dinner, that her ex destroyed her credit and left her with lots of debt, who tells a teenager this shit on first meeting them. She was a bit out there, babbling on and on, I realised she was drunk, she was a fucking drunk. She would go to the kitchen, from time to time, I caught her guzzling wine, from the bottle, like a fucking homeless loser, I knew she was weak, and I wasnt. I simply told Donald to go for walk and I. The boys didn’t mind me moving in the middle as long as they had a closer look at my navel.I could see hands almost tempted to touch my hips and rub them. I was so close to the mouth of the boy who now seems to notice me and my assets. Suddenly the driver slammed the brakes. I held on to the boy and lay on his thighs. My whole body was laid on those boys.In the name of protecting me, these boys ran their hands all over my navel, my neck, my thighs. They rubbed it all asking me if I am okay.. ’ Nathan spun round to face me and asked, ‘Do you drive?’ I shook my head without looking at him, as I scribbled out my ‘to do’ list, ‘Sorry. Why?’ He replied, ‘I think it’d be best if you were mobile. There’ll be times when we travel about and it would help if you could share the driving,’ he stared into space briefly and continued, ‘Best we see about getting you a car as well… Once you pass your test, that is.’ I looked up at him in surprise, ‘Really?’ He nodded. ‘Nathan… All these things..