He didn't say anything, he just stuck his fat cock in me. He was especially hairy and I could feel his afro pubic hair scratching my smooth exposed as... cheeks like a brillo pad. Another filthy looking young guy in dirty, baggy clothes kneeled next to my head with his cock out. He was stroking it. I propped myself up on my elbows, turned to him, grabbed his shiny black dirty cock and began to stroke it. "Suck that shit bitch!" he said angrily. I pulled his cock towards my mouth. He was easily 7. "What do you-" I stopped short, for she had pulled out a long, heavy looking yardstick."Um...what's that for?" I asked nervously, backing away."Take a wild guess," she said as if I were too stupid to realize what was about to happen. "Bend over the desk. Now," she said as she got up and walked over to the side of the desk I was standing on.I backed away. "No! No, please!" I begged. "Halle, right now, it's just going to be over your panties, but if you keep protesting, it'll be on the bare. Now,. There was no time to cry. I went to my vanity table. Saw his red mark onmy face. His finger marks were still showing. I took out some base andrubbed it in and soon the only way you would know I was slapped was if youasked me. Looking at myself I saw my two little A cup titties poking sogently against the pink blouse. I looked like a girl. And the way I criednowadays I'm not even sure I could act like a man anymore. No matter howmuch I wanted to be I had been trained like a Pavlovian dog.Just. Her service had deformed her body, which seems both ghastly and exotic. I throbbed and rocked. Mom grabbed both of Aliya’s delicate pink nubbins between the balls of her thumbs and the knuckles of her forefingers and gave a good hard tug. Aliya’s a big-mouth and a whiner, but when you get right down to it, she’s actually more obedient—and far more na?ve—than I am. She gasped, but she stood there and took it. I rocked. ?A good mother keeps track of her daughter’s development,? mom told.