Grabbing the bucket off her, I headed out onto the drive to wash my uncle's pride and joy, his Porsche 930. It took a little while to do as I took a l...t of care making sure it gleamed; even using a bottle of car wax to make it looked as if it glowed."That looks beautiful, David," Miriam said when she popped out to take a look. "Would you like a glass of juice and some lunch, I was just about to have some myself." Thanks, Aunty," I said, flexing my shoulders which felt very sore.Once inside we. The bastard.It was thankfully over quickly. For today, at least. On more leisurely mornings (or those where he's nicked me with the razor) he'll sometimes soak a washcloth in the stuff and press it painfully into my crotch, leaving the stinging astringent to fester as he readies himself for work. Or, if in a particularly cruel mood, take the razor strop and deliver, without warning, one full-strength stroke right across my bare sex. Sometimes two. Nothing I can do, being bound defenseless. You. ..until "S" said, "taste your friends cum" implying he fucked her and had not cleaned himself afterwards, I stopped immediately and looked at him dead in they eye and asked him why did he treat me the way he did, that I had driven and walked to get to him and why did he call me if he was fucking K, he pushed my head down to his penis again, this time it was more violent, he then grabbed my head holding it firm with both hands and shoved himself deep into my mouth, then he told me something that. All of this while I stroked his rock hard cock as he now began to slightly moan.I then ran my tongue back up along the underside of his shaft and slipped the head of his cock back into my mouth and proceeded to pump my mouth over and over on his dick. I could start to taste some sweet liquid slowly oozing from him. I knew immediately this was his precum. Even without having ever tasted it, I could tell that's what it was. I knew he was starting to get close. I continued as he got closer.