I gestured for Bruce to follow, so everyone could see that Bruce had been abused in such a fashion. I wasn’t the only one furious, of course. As his...mother, Wendy Schumacher (my wives and husbands increasingly took my surname) was spitting mad, and so was his half-sister, Mira, one of my older daughters.“Kill him. Fuck the castration! I want his ass dead now!” I bellowed angrily and Marcy nodded.“Yes, that’s what God wants, too. He’s had his chances to reform and he hasn’t done so. He must die.. ..I had fallen completely in love with Mason’s cock.With time running out, he told me to give it one, last, long smooch on the very end, which I did for one solid minute.Mason went back to the sofa where Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his cock kissed seemed a bit aberrant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 year old man. Despite their laughing, Mason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was freaky and a bit twisted and that is was. Then he slapped my left breast. At first I thought it just hurt and I screamed, mostly in fear and shock. But after the first sting had faded I discovered a remarkable sensation. My breast was tingling and alive, the nipple hard, and my sex grew even more wet. His slap had aroused me! My confusion grew as he now worked on the right breast, squeezing and pinching and finally slapping it. I thought I would explode with pent-up energy and tension. My nipples hurt they were so hard. But. This could go all wrong. I won’t risk it.’ ‘Please, Paul!’ she cried. ‘I haven’t been with a man for eight years.’ Her eyes welled with tears. Nevertheless, she jumped from her chair and onto Paul, seated behind his desk. Marge crushed her face to his, kissing him deeply and with hunger. Paul told himself to fight her off, but found his arms paralyzed, unable to push her away. Paul felt the wetness of Marge’s tears on her skin. He gave in and kissed back. Marge felt good pressed against him. He.