She said they were indecent." Your mother sounds like she belongs in Iraq or Saudi Arabia. Letting your father beat her up, always following his order..., afraid to offend him, bathing suits are indecent. Did she cover her face when she left the house?" No, Jack. That's about the only thing she didn't do. Have you got one I can wear, Mary?" No, I've just got the one. I've got a couple I really should throw out. They don't fit any more. I know they wouldn't fit you. With your boobs, you would look. “You’re good. Show me more,” she continued.I obliged immediately by telling her to stand up. I took a long look at her one more time. She was wearing a black dress, sleeveless, that fit her frame well down to her knees. I sat her on my lap and I stuck my hand in her dress. I didn’t kiss her. I looked deep into those pleading eyes of hers as I ran my hands up her soft thighs. I felt the skin between her legs as she bit her lips and looked directly in my eyes and without warning I pulled her. "You'll need to be ready for my black cocks when they arrive" she said to me. Grabbing my hair once again she turned me around, pulled my head back again and with my body arched back, began to whip my tits hard. I endured the initial shock and soon began to feel the pleasure of the whip on my tits, lavishing in the pain Carole was inflicting on me. "You like that don't you whore?" she asked "Fuck yes" I answered back. Looking up at her, "Whip my fuckin' tits harder" I begged as she continued. "That can wait till were done." Cassy and Lana said almost in unison.Jane returned with a wet washcloth and a bar of soap walking directly at me."Sit!" she commanded pointing to the floor.I was afraid and didn't move. She kneed me in my diaper-covered crotch and I doubled over cursing in pain. Lana was behind me and helped move me to the floor. Lana laughed wickedly saying it wouldn't have hurt a real baby girl, and then proceeded to stand directly over me."There is a little matter of your.