I mean I want to fuck every one of them but they wouldn't let me. Theyjust told me to get on my knees and crawl to anyone who called for me.And I did....I did it a little cuz I couldn't - put your other hand here,with the finger along the side and just graze the nipple with the thumb- that's it.I couldn't find it in me to say no to these guys, to any guys, really.But mostly I did it, cuz I found I really liked giving them blowjobs. Ispent days just crawling around on my knees from one to the. And me, of course; she had left me behind as well. I had never lost my deep emotional attachment to Alicia. My thoughts of 'what if' would often intrude whenever I got depressed over the way my life with Francine and the girls had turned out.Just then, my worst fear about being discovered trespassing in the Thompson building was confirmed. J. Carter Thompson himself pushed into my office without a knock or any of the other usual courtesies. I stood and braced myself for enduring another of his. I hated it, but didn’t have any skills or training so I stayed. One day a gal I knew from work asked me to go to a dance with her and told me that maybe we could meet some nice guys. I told her about my kids but she suggested that I ask Sis to watch them. I resisted for almost two weeks, but finally did ask. Sis was great. She was happy for me and my brother-in-law was great too. I stopped by on the way to the dance and they both hugged me. He was a great hugger and I wondered why I couldn’t. .. there’s an idea. Well, maybe later. For now, the crop. Oh, I’m not just hitting her nips, I’m also hitting her clit. You know, right on the metal bars, putting even more pressure on the flesh cooking in chili oil.The riding crop is originally used for horses and other animals, which is fitting considering the animal noises Anna is making through the safety pins keeping her mouth shut. I don’t want to overdo it, which is why I only hit her for about 10 minutes or so. From the way she tries to.