“There there.” she said compassionately, “there there it can’t be that bad.”I told her the whole truth. There and then, all of it, I just go... it all out of me. About my problems with Debbie, how I had discovered some erotic material on the library computer and what I had seen in the vicarage. I admitted that it had rejuvenated my sex life and it had been incredible for a time but it was no way to go on. She listened very attentively, holding my hands in hers as we sat in opposite chairs. I also. His plug invaded deeply. He was still crying, and still confused. Why would Marie do this to me? This rolled in his brain over and over, like an itch that he couldn't scratch. He could always figure everything out, but this time he was at a loss. Now suddenly, there were all these gurls making him up. One glued on a Dolly Parton wig, another pasted on eyelashes that felt heavy, and another gently painted eyeliner brows on him. One of the Zcup gurls was massaging his back. Another was painting. I know why you enjoy his cock!” She laughed, “ If I would of known you were a sissy faggot, I would of cucked you long ago! You are a hot little bitch, aren’t ya?” I felt her nails grab the wig; she slowed me down. Like a marionette, she helped me work the cock in my mouth. Four more guys joined the party in the midst of it all.Turner was speaking to Drake, and I could overhear the conversation. “We are going to make a fortune with Afro'! Turning white straight guys into submissive, cum. I could see the welts and deep redness of her tits and I knew she would only feel the lashes and not so much the pain as her tits were numb already. With one soft swing I sent the whip across her tits and watched as she just jerked back a bit. "Harder" I heard Mike say and not to disappoint him or Jon. I began sending lash after lash on Carol's tits, suddenly feeling a sense of mastery over a worthless whore. "Fuck yeah" I heard Jon say as I whipped my whore daughter hard, seeing the whip.