Gay

Jim came back with the afternoon gin and tonics, four in all. It was a regular ritual with them, like the British and their tea; only this one took place at one o'clock instead of four. My uncle let me up just long enough to take a sip of my drink; I needed it at this point. However, I got no more than that sip before he grabbed me by my member again and brought me to his lap. Handson took a little pity on me and gave me a few larger sips of the drink before I got back to working on him as Garrett restrained me and as Jim watched.