. . And I'm a slut. A whore." Finish it." I'm a worthless cunt who deserves what you do to me." Just like your Daddy said. I'll be home after work. I'...l watch you from there. Later."OF COURSE I know Anna, you prick. You know this is all your fault. I don't think we can wait any longer. Where are my cigarettes? Fuck, girl what were you thinking? Pick up pick up c'mon pick up."Hello?" Anna? It's me. What were you doing there? My husband recognized you." I had to. My husband told me to." Well,. ___________________________________________________IF Angel had of been more patient then hungry she would not have been sitting on a wooden bench with that hook still in her cunt because Joe had intended to remove it before she had breakfast. However, now she had to sit there eating her breakfast with it still in her cunt.Once her breakfast was done Joe told Angel to lay back over the table so that we could finally remove the hook from her cunt for awhile. Angel was happy to do this too. This. And, judging by the way she was feeling, she must be very moist. Could this all be part of a “normal” massage routine? Helen didn’t think so. One thing she knew: she was feeling fucking hot; her pulse was racing and she needed some sort of shag. Her whole body felt like a kettle about to boil over. She was enjoying the sensation immensely, but she wouldn’t be able to control herself much longer. The realization came into her mind like a blow that she was here, in this woman’s house, a woman. The weak-willed subject complied, soongetting down to his undershorts, which were jockeys, pink ones. Hismother had bought them white and then dyed them, unbeknownst to him. Heshifted his feet restlessly as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband.Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered the final garment, revealling hishairless pubes and undersized genitals. The sight triggered laughterfrom everyone."Well, well," said the doctor. "You've done a wonderful job, Myra.It's almost a shame to change him.