N that needs to involve some pain. I reach out n pick up the paddle I stole from the church n spank ur ass hard. jim gets the same n I tell u to drop ...achothers cocks n stop squirming about like teenage girls. I crawl over btwn u again with ribbons in my hand. I tie one around ur balls, bending down to lick ur cock at the same time, pulling the ribbon tighter n tighter until im satisfied that the pain is strong enough, ur gasping n swearing but not telling me to stop. I slap ur cock hard n move. I remember looking back at foster mom smiling at me still in the kitchen cooking dinner right before we went through the door. Then I heard it close and I was alone in my bedroom with the two men.It was the first time since at my new foster home I didn’t feel safe, in fact I think I was flashing back to when my real mom had her “friends” over and I’m not really sure if I remember all the details of what was next to come. I do remember foster dad pulling back the covers and then Uncle Joe. “I missed you, hun.” she said, as she allowed her eyes to travel over my body. “Mmm … how sweet you are. You wore my favorite shirt.” “Yes, I -” I stopped, as she slipped her hands under my shirt. “What are you doing?” “Don’t you worry about what I’m doing.” She laughed. “Keep talking.” “Well, as I was saying … I was thinking about …” I stopped again, as I felt her unsnap my bra. “No… not here.” “Why the fuck not? It’s just you and me, hmm?” She laughed cynically, drawing her hands out of my. We settled on a long shot, of both Jason and I, for the reverse cover. The table of contents was of me, getting my corset tightened. Guys.Once the shots were chosen, we refined the images. In this, Justin and Peter bowed out and let me do the work. Instead, they worked on the archeological items, which were the easiest. About this time, CC arrived. I gave her to Peter, to serve as his go-for, just as Jason already did for Justin. The afternoon was full of fussy detail work, which kept us going.