?I ask you again, white-boy. You looking for a daddy??You could have heard a pee-drop in that restroom. I knew he wasn’t anyone to wise-off to and ...or the first time I was afraid that I could be hurt?or worse. I lowered my eyes and my hands were shaking.?Yes daddy?sir,? I said as modestly as I could, little realizing that this is how I would come to address him for the rest of my miserable fuck-pig life. ?Louder bitch. In the highest, faggiest voice you’ve got. I want to hear you lisp, you. It was so interesting and fun to play with those parts and have yours played with too. For a while she was usin the pussy God gave her for the pleasure of friends and neighbors, sometimes one at a time and sometimes as a bunch. Then she found out about a side effect that made her belly swell up and she promptly married a good ole boy with a big farm and not too many brothers.In spite of trying to be careful, but not always doing a good job of it, she got pregnant six more times. She also could. I wanted to tell them about us, at least how I felt about you and me. If you want, I will tell them about last Monday."He had delivered this message in a quiet but firm voice.Julie was quiet for a moment. "All right, Robbie, but please don't tell them about ... I mean ... what we did that night," she said in worried tone."I won't, Julie, unless they ask me directly if anything has happened between us. I won't lie to them. I can't do that and expect them to trust me." Okay, I guess," she said. Any movement in any direction was certain to cause excruciating pain to some part of her body. I could feel my pussy leaking juices.A few times every minute, Jeff swung a whip at her. Sometimes he would hit her, sometimes he would not, but each time he swung she would flinch, pulling her hair or her nipples and burying the dildo deeper. It was simply heavenly. I wished it was me.Jeff had just swung and connected with her tits, when he noticed that I was in the room. I crawled over to Jeff and.