She said nothing, so he just continued.“I see a beautiful young woman whose need for physical pain has caused her to give others permission to cause...her emotional pain,” He said, wishing she hadn’t pulled away from him.“Says the man who wants to whip me and torment my nipples with hot, wet tea bags,” she commented sarcastically. “You don’t know me!”“Then tell me about yourself! Let me get to know you and allow yourself to get to know me,” he pleaded. “You don’t need to come home with me. My universityPsychology professor Dr. Lindsay Korman told the class that she wentthrough the same problem in her marriage, her husband was a hardcorecrossdresser and his crossdressing never decreased, it only increased."I listened to the serious way she discussed this subject and I had toaccept that I had suffered a severe defeat of my pride. I knew that inher eyes I was a seemingly uncontrollable crossdresser. It got worsewhen my Stepmother offered to give me the silky pink slip and the. If it had been anyone else, he'd be dead by now, but we have a soft spot for poor Billy. He is our only grandson, after all."With this the woman spoke. Her voice was gravelly, the result of years of cigar smoking and raw whiskey. "You're nothing special, just another whore, no different from hundreds we've seen come through our motel. If you want to stay here, you'll need to pay your fair share. You'll need to learn how to do things our way." Mel immediately knew that these two people were. The adults were all outside, but the kids were all inside, and the kitchen was a popular place and no place for a physical message.Alice was in no position to choose the time or place and couldn't stop the message, either. She didn't want to raise her voice for fear of bringing in the youthful hoard. Struggle was absolutely useless, so she pleaded, "John, please, stop this!"John pulled harder, nuzzled her neck, licked his way up her neck to her ear which she tried to keep from being probed..