And possibly some punishments will notbe able to be reversed. So you better learn to like your punishment andto grow through your humiliations."I hung...my head in shame and was confronted with the sight of my veryfeminine blouse and chest.Mom gathered up her purse and shocked the hell out of me when she said,"Now, son, it's off to the beauty salon for you and me. We haveappointments in 45 minutes." Beauty Salon! Mom! I am a man. I can't go to a beauty salon. A beautysalon is for women, like you. It was indescribable rapture and the whole of her crotch felt wet and excited beyond belief. Tears of subconscious joy rolled from her eyes. Simultaneously she felt m push mine hips upward against her face and i groaned a soul-searching grunt as suddenly i flooded her mouth with mine hot thick cum spurting wildly down her throat in vast gushes. She gulped automatically swallowing the slightly pungent liquid in her efforts to satiate the still abandoned feelings of degradation continuing to. He said that he would be coming round in an hour, and he had asked her to dress up for him. He had specifically asked her to put on her short black pencil skirt and white see through blouse. No bra to be worn. The excitement hit her deep in the groin, and she felt the beginnings of the fire that was lit between her legs. She wanted to rub herself, but resisted the temptation, wanting him to do it. Walking into the bedroom, she opened her wardrobe and took the coat hanger down from the hook;. You had put yourself away and you didn't have to watch what you'd done to him. I know I don't have room to talk after what I did but I'm not going to stand here and let you pretend that everyone here is your best buddy." I'm not trying to pretend that," Meredith protested."Yes, you are," Tara said. The other girls had shared a look and decided to let Tara say what needed to be said. In the car on the way up, they had discussed the situation and had agreed that they wouldn't gang up on anyone –.