It was around 3am when I finally ran out of things to talk about and we both agreed that sleep was in order. I offered her my bed since my other bedr...om is a mini gym and workout space. She insisted that she would sleep on the couch. I gave in and stopped pushing it on her and gave her some blankets and a pillow and headed to bed. I awoke the next morning and went to the living room to find my c***** gone and so was my laptop. Then it hit me, I had just closed my laptop, not exited out of. “She needs a slave for a party and we said she could take you.”“Wait!” she protested. “I can’t do this. You can’t do this. It’s just not right!”“She gets so worried sometimes,” said Mandy to Allison as she stroked Kathleen’s cheek with the backs of her fingers, trying to calm her. “She really is such a good girl for us. But she frets too much. We hope that she will calm down over time.”Neither Mandy nor Marge responded to Kathleen’s protest. They both just carried on their conversation with. She would figure he’d treat her gently, like she was an older woman. By dropping her, knowing how healthy and lively she was, he knew it would be fun for her. And it was. She liked that he made her feel so young, so impossibly virginal. She giggled. ‘Lie down, Jim,’ she said while sliding off the bed. He lay on his back, his still hard club sticking up and bouncing. She retrieved some oil from the chest of drawers and returned to the bed, giving his club some more delightful bounces. Placing. She made me say stiff like "ooh I've been a bad girl" and "I'm such a naughty sissy" and each time they laughed hysterically. mum handed the whip to each one of them and one by one they bent me over and whipped my *** as hard as they could. then they found a permanent marker and wrote SISSY in huge letters on my forehead and my chest. then my girlfriend said has our little sissy got a name yet?" and my mum replied "no good idea can you think of one?" my girlfriend thought for a bit then said.