They allow their family to take part in the payment. The mother or the sister whips my ass raw. Then the father/ brother or the friend takes care of t...e dollar payments. When all of them have spent but there is still payment is left to be paid, all of them piss on to my mouth. I just gulp them down. I love the taste of warm piss.Anyway as I was telling you, he doesn't like me to open the door. He doesn't want to see my slutty face when I don't have his cock inside my mouth. So, I'd just step. Otherwise, hit the door right now. You will be a better man for this, but right now, this is what your behavior has brought you. Go downstairs to the basement, stand at attention, and wait on me.” He got up and timidly went down the stairs. I can only imagine his anxiety when he surveyed the room. I fixed up a couple different things for him. The first was a slam with a very short acting sedative to kill his anxiety for a few minutes, along with some nice cola. The other was a BIG booty. "Not good at all.The whip struck with a bone-jarring thud and smashed Phil right off the bed and up against the wall.Ow."And this..."Ow."And this..."Ow. Ow. Ow."Ahem."Verdé appeared in the doorway. Phil was profoundly grateful for the interruption. Nÿte's fangs were bared in manic glee and she didn't show any signs of wanting to stop anytime soon."If you've quite finished beating our little fledgling to a pulp, Rosa would like to see him in her chambers," Verdé said."Oh Verdé," Nÿte said.. Scandinavian Myths. Thor and Loki and all that. I should mention that Joey loved reading comics. He’d probably picked this one because of the Marvel Movies. I began to thumb through it and a piece of paper slipped out, fluttering to the floor, landing face up. A Photo taken about twelve years ago. I recognized it. Me and Gran out in the garden, dirt all over my frock, smiling like a lunatic, a trowel in one hand. I felt my eyes moisten again as I retrieved it and carefully slipped it back.