He then brought the baton further down, and he pressed the baton deep against my boobs.I let out a sigh “Aahhhh,” as he pressed the baton right on...my nipple through my kurti. I looked at Reddy and assured him that it’s alright. So far. The policeman then looked at me as he pressed the baton against my other boob and did the same.“Who is this man? Doesn’t look like your husband.” The policeman asked me, pushing the baton deep in my kurti from above, in between my boobs. I trembled as I felt a. By the time I'm done cleaning the last one my tongue is raw and I'm exhausted from the effort. They leave me lying on the floor, totally worn out from having to service all ten of the amazons. But my rest doesn't last long as you enter the dungeon wearing a totally provocative latex outfit that is cut out in the pussy and tits. "Get up slut. There'll be no rest for you for sometime." You make me stand next to you in front of a full length mirror. "Just look at the difference in our sizes, you. We exchanged friendly greeting and I saw the look Deb was giving this guy. She has always been partial to guys with blond hair and I could tell this guy would be no exception. We were waiting out the rain, sharing the only picnic table bench actually very private. She began taking the lead in our conversation and he began to respond to her. He looked over at me a couple of times and all I could do was smile wondering/hoping that she would find a way to fulfill one of her fantasies. The rain. To my surprise my dads mate just smiled and beckoned me to the door, I opened it said it's not what it looks like, his comment was 'well it looks to me as if I have a young sissy gayboy 12 yr old in front of me who wants to treated as a girl'All I could say was 'yeah your right'He replied 'right about what?'I said 'that I'm a 12yr old sissy that wants to be treated as girl, but not any girl. I wanted to be treated like my mum!'Now I knew that my dads mate and my mum had fucked each other a few.