The days passed and as was the case with him it wasn't having any immediate effect. By day five he began to notice a slight difference, she seemed to ...e mellowing; her voice was softer she began to brush against him, but it was her facial expression that made him smile, it showed confusion. It was as though she was at a crossroad and didn't know which way to go. 'Maybe somewhere in the mechanism of her mind is a thought that fucking is not such an evil' he muttered to himself but he wasn't. They pulled beer, wine bottles, and some groceries out of their saddlebags and even gave some to me to carry as we marched inside. “Is this where you live?” I asked. “Where we all live,” said Paulie. “This is my trailer and these are my sisters. We're just having a quiet night in like the good girls we are.” There was some giggling at that. Julie brushed up against me with a grin and said, “We like quiet sometimes. We have an evil reputation. It isn't fair.”“What was not fair was watching you. I didn't see the "gawker" as we had taken to calling him. Suzeasked where I was parked and I told her across the street. She offered towalk with me but I said I would be fine.I quickly crossed the street and walked through the alley to my car. Iunlocked the door and as I got in out of the corner of my eye I noticedsome movement by the back of the building. I jumped into my car closedand locked the doors. My heart was pounding. I peered into the nighttrying to see if there was in deed someone. Most sluts were too worthless to have a man's piss. I was lucky enough to have two men who thought me worthy of drinking their piss. My little, bald cunt was dripping with the thought.I reached up, undid Uncle Mike pants, pulled his cock out, placed it in my mouth and waited.I heard Daddy tell mommy to go get the camera. Mommy came back with the Polaroid and started snapping pictures of Uncle Mike's cock in my mouth.Just when I was starting to wonder if I wasn't really worthy of my uncle's.