" Give it up, sissy boy. "Bonkabitch straddled her. He sucked on the strapon. Goodhead moaned with pleasure as he teased her clit. Bonkabitch moaned a... she ran a tongue over his ass."You like that?" gasped Goodhead, probing his hole."Yes, please mistress." Play with my cock. Please. I'm begging you. "Goodhead slipped a hand over his hard balls, whilst continuing to lick his ass."Are you ready, sissy boy? "she asked." Tell mistress what you want. " I want your cock, mistress," gasped Bonkabitch.. “It is one of my favorites. I am told it hurts a lot, but it is soft enough not to bruise deeply. I’m going to whip your cunt now.” If she had expected a frantic reaction from me, I disappointed her. But she herself didn’t disappoint me at all. The moment her hand shot upwards and the strap touch my skin with a loud snap, a raging fire started deep in my womb and drove pearls of sweat to my forehead. Another snap, and I grunted, welcoming the sensation. That made her stop. She felt that. But being so demeaned, particularly by one so young, seemed to be the driving force for my own twisted pleasure. It was the little things - like having to sit in the back of the car as we drove home, whilst she sat in the front, chattering away, with my husband’s hand sliding under her dress and squeezing her slender young thigh.It actually felt invigorating to watch them so engaged with each other. She laughed at all his jokes (obviously) and he pretended to be genuinely interested in her. "I got up, went to school, went to the library until Mom would pick me up on her way home and then I was at home until the next morning. I snuck away a few times and lost my virginity and stuff but it was mostly me in my bedroom alone for a couple of years. My Dad and Uncle tossed me to the wolves. They were so interested in staying out of pound-me-in-the-ass prison they told Mom I was extorting them."She believed them, you know, and maybe I was. But by that time, I had almost $4,000 saved up –.