And she confirmed it with the expression on her face. She closed her eyes and sighed."Are you a psychologist, John? I hate you now, I feel nude in fro...t of you." I like the idea, Doris."She laughed again with me, but she took away her glasses, and I could see a tear coming through her closed eyes."I am not a psychologist. But I thought about you quite a lot. I was watching you."She opened her eyes. They were beautiful without glasses."Why?"That was the moment I was waiting for."It is kind of. ” I answered.“And this guy also works for Tony. His name is Frank.” My Daddy said, pointing to the humongous guy standing next to Billy.“Nice to meet you Frank.” I said.“And you too sweetie.” He responded.Frank looked like a lumberjack. He was over 6 feet tall easily and his shoulders looked massive. He was wearing a stereotypical red flannel shirt and had a full beard so that helped the comparison. His hands were gargantuan as they held onto a glass. The glass looked so small and it. He takes his pants andunderwear off. His already stiff cock is upright waiting to penetrate mynew orifice.I try to get off the bed but he grabs my legs. He pulls me to the otherside of the bed and easily overpowers my thin arms. My meager resistanceseems to only encourage him more. "No, please don't," I beg him. I startcrying again.He spreads my legs and I feel him massaging my new pussy and breast. Hekisses my neck then tries to kiss me on the mouth. I try to pull backout of reach of his. ?No. Certainly not, mistress,? Christine hastily replied. ?I was just putting it away. I thought you wanted everything to be placed in order.? She shifted nervously, fearing Deborah’s rapprochement.Deborah approached her, and took the whip from her hand. She gripped the whip by the handle, in much the same way that it had just been held. ?Now when I hold it, I hold it by the handle, and I have every intention of using it,? she stated firmly, emphasizing the I.Christine stood at attention.