"Nice fuckin' tits whore" he said "You like getting them beaten whore?" he asked "Yes, yes master" I replied "I love having my fuckin' tits beaten and...bruised master" I added. That was his cue. He now pulled me along and down into his basement we went where I saw that he had turned it into a sort of playroom. In the middle of the room up on the ceiling was a small hook and attached to it was a rope holding a pair of handcuffs. Leading me over to the cuffs, he placed my wrists in them, went. She looked a great deal less like a nurse than she did a porn star dressed up as a nurse. She wore short, white miniskirt, with white fishnets, and a tight latex nurse’s shirt, carefully pressed. She had a short, severe, professional cut of black hair. Her lipstick was thin and dark, and she wore long, white gloves. She looked over his chart. She slowly raised her eyes to stair at him. She smirked. ?Hello Jordan Haystack.? ?H-Hi.? He stammered.? ?I’m Nurse. At least it was fun until I sobered up. Now Jaycee was coming on to me as hard as I came on to her the year before, but she wasn’t drunk. “I’m sorry I did that Jaycee, I felt so bad. I was scared for you, hated myself and I tried to make it up to you every way I could.” She jostled a bit, moving her body for a feel of my cock, “I won’t hate you now.” She reached between us for the band of my shorts then rose up enough to pull them down my legs. When they were at my knees she sat up over my. Soon, I was deep into a movie, as well as on my third milk glass of VO and water.I heard heavy footsteps on the front porch, a key in the lock, then footsteps coming from the hallway into the den. Though very drunk, I was strangely lucid. I left my mouth partly open, with my eyes shut.I heard Jimmy whisper. "That's my Mom. She is a Friday night, Saturday night drunk. When she is out like that, nothing wakes her up."The other boy answered, "Yeah, my Dad drinks like that, especially if there is a.