Younot only need to clean my house but you are also going to "serve" at myparty later in the afternoon. I drag you to the couch in front of thelarge, ...pen windows and make you bend over. i pull off my belt and proceedto whip your ass with the soft leather. You are crying and begging me tostop, promising that you will be a good girl from now on and will make myguests very happy. With your ass reddened from the belt, I let you composeyourself and begin to clean my house. You are required to make. Also, he doesn't want to be a woman,he just likes looking pretty." I still want nothing to do with him. I can't believe that you and dadlet him dress like a nutter." You do not talk about your brother that way, young man!" She is more like my sister. That faggot doesn't deserve respect from meor anyone else." Dave if you really think that Jeff is not a man, then what are you? Jeffwill always be faster and stronger than you. You are 4 inches smallerthan he was at your age. He will always be. You are so much a man of beauty and perfection. I mean every word that I say.Your balls feel heavy in my hand and your breathing is getting harder. I sense you are close to cumming. I wrap my fingers around your cock and rapidly stroke it. You throw your head back as I give you a “hand job”. I want to encourage you to cum, but I don’t want to rush it either. I listen to your growing moans as I take your cock in my mouth again, squeezing it between my cheeks and suck it.Up and down, up and. She shook her head, shaking off the monster's ecstatic venom. Fear cascaded across her face. “Slata's cunt! Angela!”Sophia threw her arms around my neck, clinging to me. I held her tight as she trembled, stroking her light-brown hair. I didn't know what to do. “You have divine magic. Do you know of a spell?”“I don't know,” sobbed Sophia. “I'm going to die, Angela. I can't die.”“You need to think.”Sophia tightened her grip on me, sobbing, “I...I... don't know...there...I can't...think...”“Calm.