"Turn around and look at me sissyboy. Are you going to be any more trouble?" No Ma'am, no. I will do what ever you say, please, no more Ma'am." You be...ter. Now look over your shoulder into the mirror. Look at yoursissy ass now boy. You can turn to have a look."I do so and can see red welts criss-crossing my ass. She steps upagainst me and reaches around to stroke it with her hand."So hot, yesssss," she hisses in my ear. "I just love making a sissyboy's ass like yours all red and hot with my. What a fun way to make money!”Brent filled a video card with raw footage of me bonking her and then I took over the filming of him having lots of fun inside her too. I could tell her orgasms were real, being easily triggered. I fell asleep as he took her home. She had even thanked us for a wonderful time and was eager to see the edited videos.We sat on the porch later and had a cooler of beer handy as we shared thoughts of what else we’d shared that day. He was in awe the way it had turned out,. Then she winked, grabbed my hand and led me away from the crowd towards the forest that surrounded the concert grounds. I didnt know whether my heart was trashing in my chest because of the wild music or because she looked even sexier from behind, glancing back at me with those dreamy eyes and biting her lip whenever she caught my stare. When we reached the first trees she pushed me against the nearest trunk and bit my lip while her hand went to the small of my back to pull me closer. I. The worst ones are the perverts that get through the system because they like little boys and girls. You hear about those, but no one ever seems to be able to name any kids that it’s happened to. But, you know, it’s an urban myth among foster kids, and it scares you to death. And you see it on the news or in the paper. So you know it’s an urban myth with truth behind it. You’re afraid that you’ll wake up and they’ll be by your bed and…’ ‘Did that happen to you? Before I mean?’ Allison asked..