Low whispering voices with the booming resonance of a man. Sometimes a slap or a whimper, but mostly just creaking on the stairs, creaking in mom’s ...edroom and then silence. Sometimes there was a guest for breakfast but usually, whoever these nocturnal visitors were, they were gone by morning. Money didn’t seem to be such a problem now.Then there was one guest- I paid little attention to him and went off to School as usual, but he was there the next morning and the next, until he was there most. Sam groaned loudly as I bathed her anus, circling all around and then pushing the tip of my tongue up inside her asshole.“Oooh yesssss, you nasty boy… tongue fuck my ass… mmmm… just like that” she groaned loudly. I moved a little lower and began nibbling and tonguing Lilly’s cock just where it met Sam’s cunt lips, causing Lilly to lurch upwards – eliciting a big moan from both Lilly and Sam as that big cock obviously collided with her cervix. I couldn’t resist so I leaned further down and. As an example, I know thatyou feel weird about it but when I wash your lingerie, I know it's a veryfeminine thing to do but that's why its important to me - it's just asmall thing that gets me closer to feeling accomplished in a feminine way- I don't know if this makes any sense, but I know that the closer I getto having this sense of feminine accomplishment, the more relaxed andhappy and satisfied I become," he said.I could not believe my ears. He was saying that he wanted to have afeminine. They are dismissed. Sister Ruth takes a long drag of her cigarette andslowly exhales the smoke. She smiles.? ?You will thank me for your disciplining your penis.Kiss my boots child.? The imperious voice. My ordealcontinues. Once again my head bends to Sister Ruth?s highlypolished thigh boots. My neck is sore but my lips gladly kiss the leather,carefully, reverently paying homage to the instruments of my recent correction.As I lick the right boot heel I taste the unmistakable tang of my own.