" "She becomes a totally different person when she is working. Becky told me the first time she saw her she pissed her pants. Then she made two big mi...takes. First Becky yelled at her. Then she made the almost fatal mistake; she tried to grab her. Mistress zapped her in the nuts. As Becky lay on the floor shitting all over the place, Mistress stepped on her throat and pressed with her foot. She said she looked up into Mistress eyes and saw Death. She knew she was dead." Andrew explained."Lucky. She sucked on my clit for what seemed like an eternity. She was so skillful the way she inserted a finger at a time and I was screaming with each orgasm. My mind was racing "I am bi-sexual now, am I gay" Crazy, pure crazy. Just when I was thinking things couldn't get more bizarre I opened my eyes and saw Mercedes rubbing her clit while watching Amy ate my pussy like it had never been eaten before. Amy told Mercedes to get ready because her turn was coming next. Then Amy told Mercedes to. But I would know, and I always made sure that they orgasmed and I always rubbed their spunk all over my tits and lick it from my fingers.Self loathing that may be, but it gets me through the coming 12 months until I pluck up the courage to choose another homeless man for my pleasure.This little scenario has gone on year after year and I knew that it would never change. Then last year I had the surprise of my life. One, I might add, was of my own making.I was 41 then and I had to admit that this. She had taken a while to deal with many of the issues from her abuse by her older brother, Clayton, and was still coping in some ways, but she had accepted (with help from the Confederacy's sleep therapy) that sex wasn't dirty, nasty, or inherently harmful to her. Tricia now knew that just because she had enjoyed some of those things didn't mean that she consented to them at that age or that she was a bad person at all or deserved it somehow.Once Tricia realized this, she embraced her growing.