As to the bra, don't even think ofprotesting. I like the way ot looks on you and I could tell that you,like all girls, like to have their tits played...with. Don't you agree?I could only shake my head in agreement. Now let's continue theinterrogation."Question: How open and frank do you like to talk when we are playing."Answer: I admitted that the thought of verbal humiliation and graphicsex talk was a strong turn-on for me. "So telling my sissy fagot to eatmy pussy is a turn on for you." I. "Lilly went silent. But before she could say anything, they were distracted by the truck crossing some bumpy terrain, and then entering a smooth read. As the truck started to move smoothly, the two guards who sat in the back, started to walk among the tied victims, so further conversation was out of the question.They drove without stop until late. When they stopped, they disembarked everybody in a wide clearing in the forest. There was another truck waiting for them there. Everybody was allowed. Only the noises he made grew stronger, more intense, and as I hit him more rigorously so his reaction became more desperate, his breathing more laborious, as my determination to punish was met by his unavoidable decline in to the sobbing, groaning, crying, young boy he had always turned into when his Mother had thrashed him. I looked at his bottom. A beautiful cherry red, both his bottom cheeks and the tops of his legs. He was heaving now. Deep sobs each time the brush bit in to his burning. Oh, boy! She slipped out the door, and I resumed my post on the chair. The kids on the bed abruptly froze. Evidently, they had heard Susan at their door. The boy scampered off the bed and began hopping around pulling on his pants, while the girl, panic stricken, bolted for the tiny bathroom.The boy cautiously opened the door a mere crack and peeked out to see who his visitor was. I didn't hear the brief conversation, but Susan was evidently persuasive, because the boy quickly opened the door to.