They seem to have a very fine, old cognac that I’m sure you will enjoy.” She let go of my hand to pour me a generous snifter of brandy. She picked...up a previously poured glass of champagne and took a sip through her beautiful lips.“Let’s sit on the couch.” Cindy turned and sat down. The slit in her dress fell away exposing a generous view of nylon covered thigh. “Under my gown I’m wearing a white bustier, matching panties, suspenders, and of course the white nylons that you can see. Would like. He moved closer, positioning his flaccid penis inches from my face. "Suck it, bitch!" he commanded as he leaned in and pressed the limp cock into my lips. When I hesitated, he again grabbed my hair, hard, and looked me right in the face. He said, "Look, pussy, I'll give you two choices, 'A' and 'B.' 'A', you swallow all our cocks and drain 'em, or 'B', you swallow the pool and drain it. Choose, fucko!" More guffaws from his gang."'A'..." was all I could manage to say. Then, holding my head with. ‘Where are we going, Steven?’ I asked. He sauntered over to me and took my arm, assisting me as I limped with my one crutch. He didn’t lean down and kiss me as he usually did, I noticed. I was disappointed, even as I scolded myself for being so ridiculous. ‘I’m going to break up with him. He knows it. That doesn’t earn me a kiss, stupid.’ ‘Have you eaten anything?’ The question jerked me out of my reverie. ‘Not since last night,’ I admitted. ‘Pizza sound okay to you?’ I nodded agreeably. We. Screen. I nervously glanced over to my brother before looking away again. I could have sworn I heard him mutter something along the lines of "planning on doing just that" but I couldn't be sure.After we had set up the makeshift ring Sam told me what was on the line with this match."So Jenny o' bitchy sister of mine, the loser of this match becomes the slave of the winner for the rest of their life or until the winner gets bored," Sam said. I couldn't help it I grinned like an idiot as I thought.