Ididn't dare take a chance getting pregnant, after all, since that would havemeant this was a permanent thing. Secondly, I didn't dare risk theentangl...ment of entering into an affair with someone. If I do choose to stayfemale, that decision will render these hesitancies moot, of course. So Iguess it will all boil down to which life-style and state of being I prefer,male or female, assuming those guys are put away for a long time, of course.So that's the quandary I'm going to have to come. To think about your mom... that way..." Yes. Exactly! I-" But it feels soooo good, doesn't it? To touch yourself while you think about me? Those sexy, sinful thoughts floating through your head, eating away at your will..." No, no, no! you're wrong! It's wrong! I never, I..." Never what? Never thought about me while you jerked that big, hard cock? Never dreamed about my naked body? Never woke up, harder than you've ever been before at the mere thought of your mother? I bet if you closed your. At first the blows were only painful, then they became agonizing. I could have sworn my feet were nothing but bloody stumps of flesh but the men claimed they were only red and puffy and could take much more. This nearly overwhelmed me as I imagined an entire night of this torture. When my feet were so swollen that the men feared permanent injury the cane was exchanged for a soft leather whip. They whipped my legs and buttocks, too, the sting of the leather across my welted flesh drawing. We wanted to have sex at that time itself but we were shy to remove our dress and fuck each other. I told him that we should go somewhere else and settle this need right now. It was already 11pm and we wanted to go to a hotel room but everyone started looking at us like hookers. So we were embarrassed and we went home disgusted thinking about his cock.I told my husband that I am so tired, my husband wanted to have sex that night. But I was not in a mood to sleep with him, I lied that I was on.