A couple of tears spilled out of my eyes. He threw me away again, looking both angry and amused at the same time. ‘I see you need another lesson, do...’t you, little girl?’ ‘Y… Yes, Sir,’ I gasped, thankful to be breathing normally again. ‘Get down to your bra and panties and lean over the bed. Keep those shoes on and get your ass in the air. Move!’ My ass prickled from the memory of his too-recent spankings, but I did what he said. I braced myself on the mattress with my hands and eased my feet. How long this lasted I do not know, for I was nearly out of my mind with pain. Fresh pain brought me to a state of more alertness when the men began to whip the lips of my sex. At first I felt nothing but unbelievable suffering. I sweated profusely and howled until my voice gave out. I cared nothing for these evil men who only laughed at my distress and pain and enjoyed seeing me suffer so horribly. After what felt like days the whipping of my sex became intermingled with pleasure. My sex. Branch was very different from his sister. He was quiet and kept to himself. As a small child he seldom cried, but neither did he often laugh. He didn’t complain or beg for toys they couldn’t afford.He seemed content with what he was given. That covered toys, games, food, clothes and praise. His mother found him to be an odd child and never lavished him with affection.Casey loved his son unconditionally and took Branch with him wherever he went that a child could go. As Branch grew his dad. "You could be arrested for this, Sheila." Could is such a relative term. How would you prove that I ****d you? Actually, after this was done, I could always throw myself into something, wear those manacles for a moment or two after cleaning them, and profess that it had been I; yes, unfortunate I; who had been ****d by the sexually repressed Sir Joshua of Rochester."Making her point, she ground down onto his hardened member, inciting a groan from him. "Don't deny you want this."He made another.