.I am not doing this because I despise you, but because I love you as a mother. She said. &hellip,&hellip,….Beating me hard while Im in pain?……�...�…How in the world is this love?………. I said. You feel pain because you are being disciplined. I feel that this is the only option I have left to set you straight, because grounding you was not working. &hellip,&hellip,..I see&hellip,&hellip,but….mother&hellip,..I just want to ask you something. Why is it that you refuse to have sex with me when you. I wanted to scream out that the only thing my husband does to my boobs is give them a little squeeze and that’s only once in a while. I wanted to confess all of this, but he did not seem interested in my problems. He was far more engrossed in making me whimper and jump. He had now left my stomach area and was massaging my crotch area. “Does he keep this thing full of meat?” He asked as his fingers traveled the length of my coral colored labia lips. Again my attempted answer was of no. The other two female members of their little family wandered into the room smiling at the sight of the visiting girl’s humiliation. It was obvious that they both thought the girl was opportunistic and a total bitch with a snooty nose and a high-falutin’ attitude about the wild west and other females that were beneath her because she was a respectable woman and not a whore.Well, they knew from sharing a bathroom with her that her shit did stink and that she had all the tendencies of a prime. All Keven Jeanne had on was a pair of string panties, and high heel pumps – like a woman. “Do you like my legs, daddy?” he simpered. “Oh yeah, baby”, Jose said, his big rough hands feeling Keven Jeanne’s silky feminine bare legs. “Are they silky, daddy?” the Caucasian bitch pouted prettily. “Like a womman?” "JUST like a womman, maricon", Jose said in his deep manly voice, his big, rough hands all over Keven Jeanne's silky feminine legs. He took hold of the strings and pulled the queen's.