What little free time he has is spent playing with his penis.He is well aware of how damaging these pictures of him fondling his penis could be to his...future, but he dutifully carries the camera to me every day so I can take more.This has had a very positive impact on his attitude, at least from my perspective.Finally, it has rendered him completely impotent.He has spent almost a year and a half working his penis by hand, most times coaxing it to cum when it doesn?t really want to.I don?t think. We'll talk to your mom about that. If there is a way, then wewill figure it out. Do you want to have breasts, Wendy?" she askedfeeling a little sick to her stomach."Yes, Grammy, I need breasts so my clothes will look right," heanswered.Once the hand washing was finished, Wendy filled the wash basin oncemore so that everything could soak. Wilma got the sheets and pillowcases from the dryer and transferred the load in the washer."Wendy, we need to set up the ironing board. The sheets are still. " She pursed her very red lips in the most distracting way. "Ly-di-a. Now you try it." Lydia?"She smiled. "Mmmmm, that's much better. Yes, David?" Uhm... Lydia... we need to get you to a doctor."She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms in front of her chest, smiling faintly and arching a brow. "Are you wanting to play doctor with me, young man? With your own mother?" No!" David blurted out, his voice cracking.She waved a hand. "Because I'm okay with that, sweetie." Slowly she lightly. ... my hair is pulled; the pain is tremendous all I can see is this red room. He has stopped pulling my hair then his cock is in my mouth. I swallow it hungrily, sucking on his end and running my teeth along his shaft. For this I get my nipple twisted painfully. I feel dirty and naughty - this is what I wanted, wasn't? - He senses this. With no warning cock is removed and he is gone. I feel the sharp crack of a cane before I hear it. The skin is burning on my bottom, again the crack of the.