"I don't want all my hair cut off likeall the other boys have mommy." I continue to cry but louder, hoping itwill change mommy's mind about me wearing...these girls' clothes."Okay son you had your chance. No whining or I'll pull your panties downand spank your butt right here in the mall Princess." I continue to crybut don't whine saying nothing as we walk.We leave the mall and it is windy as we are walking to mommy's car. "HerePrincess this will keep your hair pretty." We stop, and mommy puts a. Then she let go of the brush for a moment and Becky relaxed again, sobbing and trying to work through the pain in her tenderized pussy.“How’s that cunt now, bitch?” Roberta sneered, smiling wickedly. Roberta took a firm hold of the brush handle again.“Please ... no more ... please,” Becky pleaded weakly.She was about done, her body wracked in pain from her beating and her pussy’s punishment, and her mind a jumbled mess of signals flooding her from everywhere she was hurt. Her breathing was. V. show. However, I was now distracted by the sucking sound beside me. I tried focusing all of my attention on the cartoons in front of me, but even my years of experience ignoring teachers could not help me against this.Without realising it at first, I started to be aroused by the sound. I closed my eyes and imagined Cleveland’s pair of lips around my young white shaft. He pictured him licking the length all the way down to my hairless pouch, sucking and kissing a ball before going back up. I. While that was going on, Tom and I retired to the study to catch up on all the work going on within the Estancia by reading the monthly reports.Construction activities continued apace with the school/community center scheduled for completion by the end of November. Giuseppe had received a reply to his letter about pumps and windmills along with a sample of both pump sizes he had questions about. Early testing with the larger pump indicated it would be more than satisfactory for our ice making.