She remembered thatwhen she was younger after her mother trashed her ass for whatever reason, sheuse to order her to lay flat on her back with her leg... spread wide open andflog her pussy. Looking at Brandy?s privates, she took two more clips andplaced them directly behind the previews ones adding more pain to her victim.The final two were placed on the back part of Brandy?s pussy creating a crownof clothespins.? As the skin around thepins starting getting redder, Brandy was in terrible pain.. “Hey,” she breathed calmly.Dante smiled at her, one corner of his mouth higher than the other, almost smirking at her.“What’s up?” Angel inquired, unsure as to what the man wanted.“Let me buy you a drink,” he replied, cocking his head in the direction of the bar.Angel’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. What was his intention? Just because he had insisted on her own pleasures before his own during sex, meant nothing. He still paid for sex. He still invested in this life. The life that resulted in. It was a role that in manyways he seemed perfectly suited for. No longer was he expected to overcomehis short stature, in fact for the first time in his miserable existencehe was actually quite tall for his 'age'. Nor was expected to fulfil anymasculine role in society, or find a job that suited his meek and ultrashy personality. And then to top it all, he had a mother figure again.Two, even, although I was really more of the 'Daddy' now. By timeSeptember rolled around he'd even made a friend,. .? I went with the flow of your demands for dirty talking, (never once typing out on my distracting concern that you were simultaneously cybering in different conversations, I being one among many... which, now that it is on the table, does explain the wishful thinking that delays in cybering were for your attending to your own sensations, my taking credit for driving you past the point of being responsive only while keyboarding back to me). Getting off again with you the next time we were.