Dan started getting more verbal. He was calling me a cocksucker and a slut and obviously getting worked up as he pushed my head down on his thick dick...over and over. Occasionally, he would pull it out and tell me to lick his balls as he rubbed his wet dick all over my face. We moved all around his living room while I spent at least 15 minutes sucking him.I felt him getting more forceful. He kept pushing the cockhead against the back of my mouth and holding it there. I began to consciously relax. Iused to have hair on my chest and around my nipples, but this was alsoremoved by the effeminate guy."So now you the boss's special bitch, but you still got to get along withme, understand?" I just look at him without saying anything. He talks whilehe continues to tweak my nipples, one in each hand. He moves behind me andreaches around to rub my chest from behind."You still got to live here and deal with me when the boss is away. Don'tthink you can get rid of me that easy just `cause you a. “Finished,” I said, “I have cleaned it all.” Sara looked at her tummy and said, “Well done my cuck.” I pulled my head up and Joe looked at his dick in her pussy and said, “I think that he should clean this.” “Yes he should,” Sara smiled, “he should lick the cum from your cock.” I looked at Sara and smiled, “Yes cuck,” she said, “lick my lovers cock clean.” “You, you, telling me to lick his dick?” I asked. “Yes cuck,” Sara smiled, “his cock has cum on it and you must clean that with your. A few minutes later my sister came to my room crying, begging me not to tell my parents. It would “ruin her relationship and my parents would think she was a slut”. I knew this was true, but saw no other option. I had to tell. She pleaded, telling me she’d do “anything”. Hmmm…..anything, I thought. No, I can’t have those feelings. Her crying worked and that night as I thought about telling my mom I decided against it. I told myself I would just forget about it and use the incident as.