It felt deliciously warm and hard on my tongue, my first dick sucked, my own father's. This was certainly a pleasure I could get used to, being shafte... back and forth from "Dad's" "dick" to my real Dad's dick and back again.Harry wasn't letting me have it all my own way, though. After I had enjoyed a few moments of our father's cock inside my mouth, it was gone. Harry had grasped it and pulled our dad's throbbing member between his own lips, giving it his all to swallow our parental penis just. I tried to thank Mistress for my punishment , but that just interrupted the story and led to even more cane strokes. My body was shaking and i was really struggling to hold the position. My bottom was now on fire from the punishment , but i continued to read from the pages in front of me. Mistress would change over to a different cane after a number of strokes. Each one brought a different level of pain. Some light giving a very stingy blow , others more heavy , landing with more of a thud and. .. ," Scott's voice faded and his eyes searched the floor for something to focus on.Stan had told Angie that Scott's parents had been killed in a car wreck. It was obvious that he still grieved for them. Angie reached up taking Scott's head in her hands, "It's OK, I understand."Scott set the bag on the floor, "Do you need anything else?" Would you have a flashlight I could borrow?" Angie smiled."Sure, just a sec." Scott went down the hall to his bedroom and returned with a small flashlight. "I. You need to let…”“Rozz Williams hung himself.” I said giving that time to sink in before saying, “It’s still depressing and I don’t wear black and paint spider webs on my face and pout for a living.”I had gone too far. I was pissed and lashing out. Ian was trying to be a friend and I was being an ass.“Sorry dude, here…” I held out my hand for the CD. Ian happily handed the CD over and seemed satisfied that he had spread the church of Goth.“Ian…” I asked, “Ian, do you ever feel like maybe you.