While I was never much into sucking guys off, I was getting to view it a little differently with Adam fucking my mouth. He knelt there in front of me ...ushing his hips slowly back and forth, his hands down caressing my cheeks as I sucked him. Justin, behind me, was leisurely fucking me as I felt his thumb begin to run across my butt hole. Oh, wow. The sexual eroticism I was feeling was almost overwhelming. What a night and morning this has been. When I started all this, I had no idea what I was. Mistress was once again circling Sandy, and now she had a riding crop in her hand that she thwacked into her own palm in much the same way that she had at the dinner table. Sandy watched and listened, the anticipation of what was to come seemed more excruciating than the actual cropping could possibly be.Sandy realized how erroneous that thought had been just moments later. Without warning, Mistress used the crop to strike Sandy's stomach. It felt as though a line of fire had suddenly scorched. Ten and thirteen, right? But the Ouija hopelesslyfaked me out when it indicated -- quite specifically, there being noequivocation - that the two children were of the same sex. Which sex itdidn't say; I wish it had been clearer about their both being boys orboth, girls."His abusers had grown silent. None of them liked where this story washeaded."I saw you worshipping Ganesha. As usual, I had secreted myself behindhis statue in order to get a first look at my audience. Then, as Iintended,. The phone clicked the end of the call. Push the button, hear Siri, say one word: 'Cindy'.Another happy voice, but, hey, it's Cindy, and it's hard for me to remember her NOT having a happy voice. "Hello, my Cajun sister," she said."Your house or mine?" Mine! I have cookies!"Three minutes later she's letting me in the front door.Giggle. "Little batch. Baked 'em last night!"I recognized them – Cindy's version of ginger snaps, with exotic spices from Chandra's Spice Box."So what's the phone call.