I get to enjoy sex with any guy or girl I feel turned on by, after you have warmed up his cock or her and my pussy with your prissy painted lips befor... we have our fun. You then get to watch and clean us both up afterwards.But what happened last time, with you jacking off, whilst watching us - that will never happen again. You had your chance to be a real man and you blew it. You will not fuck me by proxy.Let’s face it - you’re not a real man. You never have been. You not a girl either. You’re. " Jeez Pam, you're going to wear the skin off junior. I'm actually sore this morning."She launched into baby talk, "Awww, poor baby. Can Pammy kiss it and make it better?" Well, if you think that'd help."She turned and crawled under the covers. Just her lovely firm bottom and legs were sticking out. Her hand grasped my flaccid manhood and she started kissing it and talking baby talk to it. "Now you be a good wittle boy and let Pammy see what's wrong. Awwww, you've got a wittle scuff spot right. She began to wonder if she had slept through day light periods, and completely lost track of the weeks she had been in torment. Her only food remained the bland gruel and drug-laced water. Her hair was periodically clipped so that she could not use its growth as a way of measuring the passage of time. Within days, the remaining black was gone and she was down to the blonde roots.By the time Joseph reentered the chamber, Vanessa was on the very verge of psychosis. She was unable to eat or sleep,. In a former life, she was studying to bea pastor. She thought religion could help her control her urges, butreligion had never met Ginger before. It didn't stand a chance."That's a little twisted," said Nadia with a small smirk."Well, I am a little twisted. It suits me." Ginger put out a cigaretteand lit another. "Besides, it lets me make a point." Which is?" Do you approve of prayer and meditation?" Sure." Nadia was interested to see where she was going with this."Well, those people want to be.