So I finally made my way down stairs finding Beth and K sitting in the living room. K saw me and said sit down Dallas you all have some explaining to...do. So I sat down nervous as can be with butterflies in my stomach K asked who wants to explain first. Bethany tried first saying mom we where just watching a movie and the volume was turned up and I guess you heard it so now I had to go along with this stupid excuse. Dallas is this true K asked I just nodded yes. That's when K stood up and said. He has aspecial technique to beating me? one that really hurts. I am made towear a pair of black knickers which he has made me sew that very cxoarse sandpaper used for car repairs. Also I have a bralined in the same way.When hebeats me wearing these I am in pain straight away and often bleeding. He lovesthem and I can see the joy in his face as I suffer for him. The more I sufferthe more he enjoys it often laughing at my screams? and my begging. Although it wouldappear not so he loves me dearly. “What for?”“Money, of course, and it looks like you could use some.” He turned to me, held out his hand and said: “The name’s Nevada, the owner and lead dancer of the Highwaymen.”Nevada was maybe in his early thirties and had more muscle definition than I, but my dick was longer and thicker. I’ve read about the famous Highwaymen, a troupe of men stripping for horny women in nightclubs all over America. I shook his hand and said, “I’m Alex and how do you know I need money?”“I’ve seen your. "Shane was already unbuckling his pants and allowing them to fall as he said those words. His fat hairy cock plopped out in front of me. He kicked his pants off to the side before moving toward me and straddling my knees. As he stood, looking down, I leaned in and took hold of his thick dick before wrapping my mouth around the bulbous head much to the delight of a gurgling Shane. "That's it baby, suck it. Mmmm, suck that dick like a good girl. Yea, just like that. Look up here at the camera.