During the pause I could Fred breathing heavily behind me and suddenly I was even more shocked to realize that, in spite of my anger and fear, I was g...tting wet between the legs as well as crying freely.The third stripe with the belt stung even on my now sensitive skin and my arse was burning fiercely but all I could do was scream “Fuck, that really hurts you bastard!” through my tears and after a fourth whack, I heard Fred say “Shit Bill, her pants are getting soaked and I don’t think it’s. He then started to pull her head off of his cock. “I don’t want you to use your hands, okay? Just that cute little mouth of yours. I want you to take as much as you can and cover my cock in your spit.” He growled to her. Sharron loved what she was hearing, here was finally a man that could really fuck her and take control, that could make her quiver and shake. She gladly did as he said and opened her mouth. Kyle started to push her head back on his cock, inch by inch until she had almost gotten. .." I'll see to it that you have enough clothes to get by, but beyond that,you're going to be on your own. As I see it, even as pretty as you are,plenty of people are going to get angry at you, maybe drop you as afriend, or maybe even try to hurt you! This is...dammit!" Then she leftthe room slamming the door on the way out.Out of my hearing... "Well," mom said, "lets see what she does now." This is not what I wanted for my son, to run around dressed like a girl!It's...unnatural!" Not for her. Looking at her panties, she could see the crotch was damp with her secretions."What's happening to me?" she asked herself. She couldn't come to grips with the feelings coursing through her and stimulating her private areas. Not only was her vagina dripping wet, but her nipples were rock hard, as they pressed against the thin fabric of the blouse. With a face as red as a beet, Mrs. Clark opened the door to the bathroom and hesitantly walked over to Greg. Without making eye contact, she dropped.