He was wearing his mom's silk bathrobe, covering up her bra and pantieshe had on. His "boobs" lopsided from the socks stuffed in there. He knewsome pa...t of his brain was fucked up and loved looking like this andbeing turned on by it. The other part of his brain hated it and wantednothing more than to be "normal." He stared at himself in the mirror andsaid, "I wish I was normal."Like a balloon inflating inside of him, a strange feeling began to rise.It was a feeling he had felt hundreds if not. He is going to punish her. Her pussy is so wet she can barely stand it."Please touch me, sir," she begs.He doesn't give in, though he can see her beautiful pink pussy growing wetter by the moment.John drags his belt down her body causing her to shiver. He pulls down her pretty red panties, and he slaps the belt hard against the lips of her pussy. She needs to be punished once again. Amber screams and grabs the side of the bed. "Please sir, please touch me, I need you. I am sorry I was a bad. I couldn't even call Jesse at home because her mom was strict about limiting her phone time. On school nights she could have three minutes and talk was supposed to be about school subjects. On the weekends calls were limited to 15 minutes and successive calls from the same boys caused her mom to become suspicious and questioning, something that drove Jesse nuts.It's remarkable that our relationship got off the ground at all given those circumstances, but it did. We found a connection that was. "Just upset?"I looked around the room and sighed at the thought of responding to Manuel. "Put him through," I replied."Who is this? And you better be ready to explain what you did to my men!" thundered in the air immediately after I finished speaking.The area around me grew quiet. "Well, the who really doesn't matter," I replied. "You are on the other side of the door and I don't think we'll be meeting for tea and crumpets anytime soon. As for our explaining what we did to your men, well, they.