She had sent me a picture. I was pretty sure now that the picture wasn’t recent. The woman snaked her hand across the table and I took it. At least ...he had a firm handshake.“Nice to meet you Mr. Ames.”“Please, call me Tony,” I said. “The pleasure is mine.”Sharon looked at me, then at Clarice. She shook her head slowly side-to-side and lowered her gaze to the table.“What a stupid fuckup,” she sighed.What did I do?“I’m sorry, Ms. Reeves...”“No, no. Not you, Tony. Me,” she said. “I must look like. They hurt, but so what? They didn't hurt worse than a blade, or a broken bottle or one in the chest from some junkie's nine-millimeter. The Master covered him with the belt. This wasn't about foreplay or disciplining a naughty indent. This was about breaking him. Tom felt a series land over his kidneys and another at the backs of his knees, two places Mistress, even at her most livid was always careful to avoid. He'd be pissing blood in the morning. Big. Fucking. Deal. At some point the beating. ”“Why won’t you go out with me Ash?” I askedShe replied “I told you Adam, I’m tryingto be single for a while.”She kissed me, on the lips this time and grinded more. Just then I felt the warmth of Miranda’s body snatched away from mine. I turned around to see some guy holding her upper arm, yelling at her.“It’s over Jimmy, I don’t want to see you ever again” Miranda yelled“I’ll be damned you little whore” Jimmy yelled back at her.He lifted his other hand and just as he started to swing for her. - Shit you're a real fucking whore; you sure know how to blow! Show us your nice ass.I executed myself: one of them continued to penetrate my mouth while the other took off my black spandex short. He was going to spread my g-string on the side of my cheeks to penetrate my ass when he discovered my hanging little cock.-I can't believe it man! This girl is a fucking sissy!-What are you talking about?-She's a transsexual!They looked at me angrily; I begged them not to hurt me-You're gonna pay for.