Without a word or hesitation she began caning the sissy's ass. It was like this every Tuesday. On Monday's Goddess canes sissy's thighs, on Tuesday's ...oddess canes sissy's ass,on Wednesday's Goddess canes sissy's little tits,on Thursday's Goddess whips sissy's thighs,on Friday's Goddess whips sissy's ass,on Saturday's Goddess whips sissy's little tits,on Sunday's Goddess slaps sissy until she is swollen and crying.Each week this repeats.Every morning, before getting dressed and after the. I started as a part time sales girl. With the help of looks and experience flirting I soon became the best sales girl, eventually becoming full time. But the flirting and occasional one night stands weren't enough. I secretly started working as a stripper at night. It wasn't at a regular strip club or gentleman's club. It was at a bar. I would walk around in a bikini offering lap dances to the people that would come in for a drink. I enjoyed the thrill of meeting strange (horny) men, letting. Why is this happening to me? Alana thought, hearing the jeering voices of the crowd closing in on her. Her head hurt, her legs hurt, her chest hurt from her assailant’s rough advances and now this same freak was about to bury his fangs in her neck. Even now he was squeezing her neck, making it hard to breathe. Alana couldn’t take it anymore. Her consciousness, which was steadily slipping ever since she collided with that pole, definitely took a backseat now. Her eyes closed, she gave into. There was nothing she could do. There was nothing she wanted to do, but allow him to suck her until her juice discharged in his face. She wondered if there were a lot of women who were privileged to have someone like Richard, who would suck their pussies and make them cum, until they could no longer think straight. Her back had a little twinge of pain and pleasure. It was the first sign that she was well on her way to an orgasm. There was a funny ticklish sensation in her thighs and, almost a.