" Now who would be here on turkey day? Kevin was at Gail's celebrating with her and her mom. Greg and Cindy were at his house. It couldn't be ... nah....t was. "Hi, Tommy, how are you doing?" Um, pretty good, Chuck. How are you?" Beth's dad and mom came in followed by..."Hi, Beth. How are you?" Tommy." One word and the temperature dropped fifteen degrees. This was going to be a long day. Why hadn't my folks mentioned Beth and her parents were going to be with us today? I smelled a setup. Beth and. There were covers showing all kinds of things. Two girls and a man. Two men and one girl. The titles were all across the books that said things like. "The Sisterhood"; that one had an illustration of two nuns in habits holding each other while finger-fucking each other standing up.I saw books with girls and a dog fucking them. Black men fucking white women. Girls on their knees sucking three and four men. I was amazed as to just how sick anyone could draw. But I also found myself excited,. She has hips, but not so they’re really a feature on their own, just part of the beguiling lissom body as a whole. Her mons was swollen.She rubbed herself side to side on my cock, staring into my eyes with her glittering, challenging dark-green ones.“Nobody beats me on my boytoy twelve hundred,” I said, “especially just a girl.”“You like to live dangerously,” she tipped her head and clacked her teeth at my neck. “Gwen Stefani. You’re not into tits then.”“It’s focus,” I slipped inappropriately. When I stepped under the blast of the shower, I was grateful for the flash of pain in my shoulder. Master had beaten my back so I would have a memento while he was away. Master had used the strap and cat on me. The sound of his grunts, my moans and the slaps against my skin were all that had filled the room last night. When he was finished, he ran his hands over my punished back and moaned deep in his throat, pleased with his work. That guttural groan is one of the things I live for. I.