"Ah, yes, you're Timothy's mother. Before we begin, Mrs. Lytle, may I say that I am sorry about your loss." Sorry! Sorry you say. If you're so sorry, ...hen why are you - the whole lot of you - letting those little bastards go free. They... they raped and killed my Emma, and you're... you're letting them go free." She put her head down in her hands and began to cry.Thom pulled some Kleenex from the box on his desk. "Mrs. Lytle, please. It isn't the way you think." He handed her the Kleenex and. You aren’t even done posing for me yet. You show me your open pussy, your pink asshole, your soft swinging tits, your perfect bare ass, your pretty legs and feet, and then you show me all over again - crouching, kneeling, squatting, standing, bending over, bending back, wiggling and shaking everything you’ve got for my pleasure as I stare at you and jack off like a crazy man, hardly believing my eyes. So bare, so beautiful, so aroused, so eager to display yourself for my strain…I’m gasping and. Invite them in as as long as they'll be discrete." At least three other women came in to admire my body art and all of them snickered at the sissy-boy and his erect little weinie. They were all back out when the timer dinged. Mistress Amy said that now it was time for the spank test and she playfully slapped first one cheek and then the other with her rubber gloved hands. She held them up so Mistress Hannah could see them and smiled and said, "No smudging, guaranteed."I prepared to get up when. I felt an electricity run from her hands through my body, like that rush you get when you accidentally brush hands with your crush, it crawled all through my legs and up my spine.Before long, I was rock hard. I had masturbated plenty before, but I had never felt myself so overwhelmingly turned on. My cock was pulsating and writhing with every stroke of Nat's soft hand."Are you alright?" Nat asked, a hint of concern and impatience in her voice."Yeah, it feels incredible!" I probably sounded like.