She stood up and walked over to me and examined me front and back before slapping me across the face.“Get the fuck out of my space. You disgust me, ...ou pathetic excuse for a man,” she said.“Can I have the clothes you brought me?” I asked timidly.“Absolutely not! You’re not man enough to wear boy-clothes, so say goodbye to them forever,” she said turning and walking back to her glass of whiskey.I quickly left the room in order to avoid pissing her off any more than she already was. I figured. " If you don't open those legs up, there might not be a next time." I had whispered that to her, but she pulled her ear away from me like I'd shouted it at her."Why did you say that to me? I was being nice to you, and then you get all mean to me. I don't like that, Larry. I'm not going to let you talk to me like that either. Move your hand!" She opened her legs and I took my hand away. Still, she had her hand wrapped around my cock. She wasn't rubbing it or anything, but she had it in a good. He was still beating her ass with his left hand and his right hand was pulling her hair, which took her luscious lips off of my pussy. He was trying to hurt Sara and he was doing a pretty good job of it. Tiny Tim kept pounding and seemed ready to cum when he threw Sara to the side and stood over my face. He dropped down and stuffed his cock in my mouth. He was not pumping it in and out, he was just holding it there with his hands under my head holding it in position. I started to gag on. ‘I can find my own women, thank you very much, uncle. There was no use in trying to steer me in a certain direction — even if the bait was tempting.’ He gave Erin a wink as he gave her a hot look. She didn’t calm down one bit. ‘I won’t be treated like a fruit of any sort,’ she said angrily. ‘Ahem, it’s a vegetable, by the way,’ Cade interrupted. ‘What?’ ‘The carrot. It’s a vegetable.’ ‘I don’t care what it is. He’s treating me like a guinea pig. To see how much naked skin it takes to get his.