I had to get that bit of paper back that was for sure. I realised Caroline was repeating something. I looked at her. “Listen Jeff, now we have to wo...k out your punishment.” I suddenly focussed on what she had said to me. “Plleeaaseeee” I stammered. “No Jeff. You need to be punished. Properly disciplined. You lied to us and we need to deal severely with you.” Caroline walked over to the table. She picked up the hairbrush and started to lightly smack her other hand. I was in no doubt what she. I speed up, plunging my cock into her faster, deeper now. I take care not to go too far, or risk another yelp at the impact of her sensitive end. My rhythm changes frequently, now I'm going fast, now slow and long, now I pull out and rub my tip on her clit, our most sensitive parts clashing in a battle of pleasure.I lean my body forward, pressing my stomach against her back. My mind flashes back to that dream, the first hint of this madness. I was in this exact position then too. But then I was. My first serious experience as a prostitute came after i placed an advert proclaiming myself as ?a barefoot transvestite fuckpig eager to be turned out as a whore for Black Men. i will also accept any permanent damage or mutilation.? My first few Pimps were total sadists who made me live up to my promises by arranging frequent gang bangs for me which left me crushed and bleeding. Once i was rented out to a Gang of Men who just wanted to knock my teeth out, hence my wearing of dentures. . Their bellies were identical, huge and round and even bigger than Ali’s jaw-dropping belly.Lindsay was one of the bustiest women in Eden, her boobs were full and heavy sitting on her sextuplet belly. Her nipples were poking through her pale yellow sports bra, each the size of my palm and a small bit of milk forming at the ends of each from the exertion of the workout. I couldn’t speak to her bra size but it was well past anything considered normal back home, with my best guess putting it around.