.In my case the ultimate cause of this masochism was inadequate fathering.My dad was an iron worker and I remember him mostly being too tired to doany...hing with us boys (except, significantly, the occasional spanking). Somany of the skills I needed to function socially as a boy (i.e. learn tothrow a ball, learn to ride a bike) I had to do the best I could on my own.When a cousin or a pal would help me learn these things, I would end uphaving a crush on him (what I really needed was a dad).. Kevin replaced his cock back into his pants and reached for his back pack. He took out a collar with a leash attached and secured it around my neck. He sat the riding crop across my lap and told be to fix my lipstick. I applied a fresh coat to my lips, he took the lipstick, opened the door and slid me out his door. He took the lipstick and wrote PIG across my fore head, SLUT on my cheeks. Kevin took the leash and led me to walkway. When we got to the first car he stopped. I put my hands behind. "You really going to do all those things to me?" he asked spreading his ass with both hands. "Oh yeah... im going to fuck you so good..." i said as i slid my cock back in him and slowly thrusted making him feel my cock. I then grabbed his neck and pulled him back as i slapped his face and then i spat in his mouth. Before pushing him back down and fucking him some more. "Oh yes... That's what i want! fuck me ... fuck me!" he begged. We were fucking so hard we were both sweating pretty bad at. "So, umm, what do you do for a living, Phil?" I ask."I'm a pimp." Phil replies, making my eyes go wide before I see yetanother look of derision in Ciara's face."He's a nurse," Our webmaster says."...Yeah, I'm a nurse," Phil says with a smirk. "I actually work at thesame hospital as Stephanie Abbott's mum, do you know her at all?" ...Who, Stephanie or her mum?" I ask, grimacing as the ditziness of myquestion."Umm, Stephanie," Phil says. "Unless you moonlight as a nurse as well?"Despite myself, I.