"John, you know that when you dress as a girl, you need to have a newname. We can't go round calling you John. I think it would beempowering for you... on becoming a girl, to choose your own name."A normal guy, determined to hold on to his masculinity, who found himselfdressed like me might have noticed how Sarah had stated "When you dressas a girl" where such a guy might have said "If you dress as a girl." Hemight also have said that he would not be becoming a girl and it wouldnot be. As his musky taste filled my senses I closed my lips over the head and slid down the length of his cock, taking as much as I could in to my mouth. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock as it filled my mouth and I felt it pulse in response. I loved his cock in my mouth. I worshipped his cock. I celebrated the feeling of being used by this man. A real man, with a real cock, using me like nothing more than a cheap whore. A real man using my mouth for his pleasure, not caring if it. I finished cutting the shoulder straps on her bra and then ripped it from her body leaving angry red marks on her flesh around her torso. I dropped the bra to the floor, reached up and pinched her nipples so hard that she screamed in pain. I smiled, "scream all you want because when I am finished with you, you won't be able to walk or talk for days.”Mom started crying in earnest which only fueled my desire to hurt and humiliate her. I pulled her nipples stretching her tits as far as they would. “Amen,” Jack said. His deeper voice drowned out the quiet Amen spoken by Abby.“Let’s eat,” Claire said grabbing the plate with spam. She tossed two slices on her plate before passing it around to Abby. Abby took two pieces and passed the plate to Jack. Jack took two pieces and put the plate back on the table with a single slice of spam on it. Lifting an eyebrow, Claire said, “Take that. You’ve got work to do tomorrow.”“Yes, Ma’am,” Jack said taking the last piece of spam. Claire started with.