” My expression and tone darkened, “But love has to be earned, and this is my promise. I will try my best to earn your love. My name is-”“Stup...d, White Cunt!” A ten year old boy taunted, making everyone laugh.I nodded. “That’s right, child. What’s your name?”The boy had been expecting a rebuke. He didn’t falter, much. “M-malcome.”I smiled. “That’s your street name, but since you gave me my Sunday school name, I’ll give you yours.” I scanned the room with a smile. “How about we call him, Loud. Aunty was sleeping in the middle. I had slept enough in the afternoon , hence kept awake , but kept my eyes closed. I heard faint conversation , but unable to interpret because of thunder. I tried to peek from half open eyes . Uncle was pushing one hand over the blouse and other in between aunts legs. Aunt was resisting , but resistance was not heavy.Aunt tried to see ,whether i was asleep , but uncles eagerness stopped her . Uncle kissed her neck from behind. Pressed her nipples and whole. I screamed loudly and heard her laugh. She hit me another time, this time I didn’t cry out as loud. The force of the pain made me lose some of my hardness.She came round to the front and I could see she was holding a Karate belt.“Ooh, that’s not good, you have to stay hard for as long as I want you too.”She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to jerk me off. She seemed and expert and got me back to rock hardness in no time. She leant forward, kissing my chest, neck and chin as she. I didn’t think I would be spanked on our ride in the country.“This chair is very wide, so spread your knees apart and bend clear over it and grab the lower rung again.” My wife ordered.Now I felt very exposed and vulnerable. My penis and balls were clearly exposed and hanging between my legs, and bent over like this separated my bottom cheeks.“You look real good this way. I really like this chair.” My wife said.Then I heard some footsteps and heard a voice say, “You have been downstairs for a.