“OK…go on!” she adds.“Well…I think…that I’m addicted to…ah…to…masturbation! I've been doing this since I was 15 years old. I’m n...w 25 and I’m still doing it!” Dirk answers hesitantly. Evelyn smiles as she hears her patient’s complaints. She thinks that this may the day that her dreams will be realized. So she further investigates,“How often do you pleasure yourself in a day?”Dirk replies, “About 8 times in a day. I almost feel that I have callous in my hand.”Sensing her opportunity, she stands. Jaden sighed and I could feel her hot breath enter my mouth. Damn, we both heard Angie bump shopping bags against the front door. Jaden bolded up straight her yes growing wide. “Oh, oh thank you Aunt Rebecca!” leaping to her feet and running to her room before her mother even entered the house. I helped Angie put away the groceries, making small talk. Angie was wearing a tight, short summer skirt with a nearly see-through top h=that gave me the thrill of being able to see her lacy bra.“Hey, I. The belt was the harness for a strap on dildo and she wasted no time affixing the biggest dildo she could find to the front. The belt also had a brace that attached to another dildo that she slid inside herself. As the mounted one moved, her dildo would move as well, echoing the motions of the first. It also had a set of rubber bristles that would bash and stimulate Sally's clit as she pounded away at Liz's ass.She mounted the belt, picked up a large tub of lubricant, and walked back toward. The words were coming hard. The shame filling mybeing."I am a Pig whore.", I said meekly, with eyes lowered."Yes, I know", she replied.Shame shot though me. I blushed."I am looking for a big breasted slut to use me." Damn you to hell, sweet pig. I suppose you need to be abused?",she replied lustfully.I was mortified. Was my need for abuse that obvious?"Yes mistress. Please slap my tits."I stood facing her. She smiled cuelly, took my tits out of my dress,and slapped them hard. I nearly fell.