Let the people see how you can take a beating from your Daddy.” I felt my pussy muscles tighten. I looked into the camera and realized that Daddy ha... somehow changed the setting. I realized we were broadcasting live. What did the viewers see? A red-faced white woman, close to tears, her hair falling from its tie, her left tit hanging out of her camisole getting a belting from her Black Daddy, standing behind her, his hand on the small of her back, his arm raised high. What did they hear? What. But please do not call yourself a loser.”“Yeah, well, you're biased.”She laughed. “You got me there.”George still wasn't convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn't like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. “So, what happened to your mother?”"I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still. I had a pint of blackberry brandy to take my pills with."Maybe you had better move to the living room boy, I'll not have you instructing me on courtesy in my own home. Go along with him Rachel, you have already shown your contempt of us." Eddie stood up and stated this firmly. Robin had a kind of smug expression on her face and said nothing. The sheer force of will required to keep from smashing the big bore at the end of the table into next week was astounding. If Rachel hadn't taken my arm. She said we will see.Over the next week I kept thinking that she would actually have me castrated just to win Man's contest. The party was getting closer and I commented to her that if she was really going to have me castrated that I'd need time to heal. She very passionately kissed me and said you leave that up to me. She knew I was in a constant state of arousal and she was living it.Then exactly two weeks before the party she told me she needed to work on my costume. I was told to take a hot.