.. My husband ... listened to me. He didn’t hit her. But ... but ... no amount of pleading would stop him. In fact, if you cried and begged him to s...op, he would feed on it. It would inspire him to keep disciplining me, to make sure that he had beat any defiance out of me.His murderous gaze fell on me. I trembled, my heart thundering in my chest as he clenched his fist. He marched around the table. Our son, tall and handsome, his cheeks smooth. He had a rich tan from working outside like his. Nice palm sized butt cheeks. Mr Wilson had requested a “uniform” for the job---white spandex :) He had requested bare feet as well—he seemed to have a kink for my big size 13's. I explained that even the cleanest of yards could still have surprises in them that could land a trip to the ER, so I would have to wear some kicks while working, but I could pull them off later and let him smell them. He was good with that :) Top it all with an awesome near brick red tan, and these two fags were in for. I would never have imagined Jenny – my young sister- being like that making love. She was so much like Jan when we were doing it. I said you are a star pupil. She said you are a master of sex.We both showered and she invited me back to her bed. The room smelled so strongly of our sex. If our parents had come home they would not have missed the smell. An hour of hot sweaty sex makes a very distinctive smell. I told Jenny and that she needed to be careful with Tony if she bought him home for what. Now calling her a lady was a bit of an exaggeration, because she was obviously a guy dressed in drag, but the curves looked enticing and her make-up was exquisite.It didn't take long before everybody in the audience was laughing loudly, as she cut joke after joke about herself, the gay community, and insulted just about every politician in office during this time.What followed her after her set were a troupe of different guys dressed up as women, singing and dancing for our entertainment, and.