“Go on,” added dad, “It’s all part of the fun.” He looked over at mom and said “Sheeza, you’ll have to direct him a bit.”Mom looked at...me, and still with her fingers pumping her twat, she said “Rasheed, tell me how much you like my ass and pussy? Tell me how long you’ve wanted to play with it, and now that you are allowed to, what you will do every day to me?”Her words had the desired effect, charging up my inner lust.“Ever since I started massaging you mom, I’ve wanted to play with your ass. Mark, Steve. Billy and Andrew she knew they were all members of a street gang and were racist, Mark yelled out ” shut that fucking door” Steve did as Mark requested, while Andrew was turning showers on, Mark got a small bag out gave each of the boys a small pill saying ” these will get you going all night” she watched as the boys started to take their kit off and was soon looking at 4 naked boys all with long hairy dicks, she shook her sister saying ” look naked white boys” her sister looked. ”OK, one hour or it’s over before it began” he said and hung up.I googled nearest lingerie stores and hurried across town to the Ann Summers store about 20 mins away.I quickly grabbed a set of black suspenders, lace top sheer nylons and a little pair of gossamer panties and headed to the check out.The lady smiled knowingly as she popped them in a bag and totted up the price. “There will be hundreds of guys buying sissy gear” I thought to myself and she won’t care either way as long a sissy her. And when that happens, I'l know and then I'm going to bring you back down here and put those gloves back on you and you're going to beat me to a pulp again. And that's going to keep happening as often as necessary until you are absolutely convinced that I'll suffer anything to do to earn your trust back, no matter how much pain I have to endure. And then, maybe, you'll be able to forgive me. Really forgive me and then you can start learning how to trust me again. Actual, real trust, not like.