Mylack of feminine clothing, other then my uniform and robe, was even moregalling to me as I had to leave the casino with my fake tits popping outof m... top and without even the modesty of a skirt.I attracted a few catcalls while I made my way through the parking lot. I hurried as fast as I could in my pained steps, though I had to slowdown to make sure my heels didn't get caught in any of the cracks in thepavement beneath me.I breathed a sigh of relief as I got into my car. I pulled off my. But flagellation, by and large, is thought of by most people as punishment. There was no one to whip Erica Bradford, though, so she had to whip herself. She didn’t use straps, a belt, cane or a switch. She used her own passions. By the time she returned home - she couldn’t go back to school - she was, again in her mind, beaten almost bloody and senseless by her own mental cat o’ nine tails.Her litany of self confession was endless. She had been stupid. She had been rash. She had been weak. She. The jobs that did pay a girl a wage paid a pittance and Tracey could afford the rent and some basic food and clothes and nothing else, every penny had to be counted and that's why she could only afford to live in such a grotty place with an even grottier landlord!She tried to keep her distance from Mr Chambers but he insisted that each of the free girls paid his rent in cash at his door and so once a week she had to climb the six staircases to his door and then put up with his crude and lewd. Emma rolled over, got up and began to head to the bathroom, still turned on I said to her 'where are you going?'. She turned to look at me looking embarrassed and said "I need to get you cum out of my pussy". "Leave it" I said sternly, leave your pussy full of my cum all night so you can remember that I've just fucked you, 'you enjoyed having my cock inside you didn't you? you wanted me to fill your pussy with cum, didn't you?". Emma looked away and as she did I noticed that my cum was.