Lillian breathed fast, for some reason she was decided to shock Karen with her own debasement."Ma'am, May I ask them to tie my ankles to the table leg...?" Well, if that is what you want, I won't stop you"Lillian felt completely humiliated as the boys tied her ankles to the table legs. She was now standing with her legs around 3 feet apart, and was getting extremely aroused. She was putting herself in a very dangerous and humiliating position, but she was getting hornier by the minute.She bent. "THWACK!" The boy screamed. Spitflew from hismouth and tearsclouded his vision. Again and again thethick belt leftbigred welts on thetender little boy ass. And with each welt,the dicks of theguys in the roomgot harder. "GET THATFUCKING ASSHOLE UP AND OUT, YOU SLIME SUCKING SUCKHOLE! I AMNOTKIDDING!" ?Shawn was grunting and panting and sobbing. Hepushedand pushed. Hecouldn't get hislittle ass up and out any further. "Get thoselegs apart. You trying to protect thoseworthless. There was an abandoned garage where the papers were delivered. There were about six newspaper men who came there to pick them up in their cars. It wasn't too far from the house so I could here them coming by the sound of the cars. I always spread a lot of papers inside the house, just behind the front door. I would leave the front door slightly ajar. Naked, I would pump in the papers and fantasize about being caught by the newspaper man who would then hump me. That never happened, but one time. Week 3Mum knocked on the den door. It’s 8am kids. Breakfast is ready. We dressed in working clothes. At the breakfast table, Dad was in the shower. We mentioned to mum about the idea to assist other people, not the charity groups, special people like Jill and Tom’s Dad. We don’t want answers yet, just some ideas later if you don’t mind. She agreed. We finished breakfast and around 9am. We walked down to Bridget’s house. On the way down Bridget ask Dad to take Pam with them, I would like to take.