Two? Probably. Three? No way!” I could feel another finger slipping between my wet lips. “How many fingers do you have inside me?” I asked...curiously.“Four,” he said with conviction in an almost taunting voice.“What?!?!?,” I said! “No you don’t!”“Shhhh shhhh,” he hushed as he stroked my ass and slapped it hard. “Just take it bitch,” he whispered. He started rotating his hand thumb up then palm down stretching my pussy in all directions. He wiggled and moved his fingers making me moan. ." What? Loose clothing? Maybe that would help, but we have to face ithoney, there are so many activities at school that sooner or latersomeone would find out! You have to take gym classes, right? What aboutthat? And if your voice doesn't change like the other boys, you'llalways sound like a girl! How bad would that be? I've thought about thisas much as you have, and I can't see any other way; can you?"I fought it, but in the end, like mom, and as much as I hated the ideaof it, I went to the. “Two, Massa Hopkins”, Ed recites. Taking pride in the newly formed second welt, I step away and begin another lecture, making sure to talk loud over her uncontrollable sobbing. “This unfortunate occurrence should have, and could have, been avoided. You see... I kindly introduced myself only to be treated with disdain. No wrong deed will go unpunished while under my house rules.” Stepping again to deliver another blow, she begins to beg…”I’s sorry Massa Hopkins….I’s sooo sooo sorry, ple.... No body, no orgasms. Bummer.One day I was in a bar pleasuring a man who was masturbating when I saw a man slip something into his date's drink. I felt the world spin around me. I felt as though I was filled with fire. I hated him. I hated him more than I could ever remember hating anything. I sucked more furiously on the cock I was haunting and the man attached to it began to moan and writhe, but I couldn't focus on him, not when the guy at the bar was trying to make his move on an innocent.