When he saw me he looked even less happy. Mom looked worried, and told us to put away the clothes in our rooms. She and Dad waited until the car and t...unk was empty, and drove off without another word. Frances almost dragged me back to her room. Laid out on her bed was a corset like I was wearing, and a chemise. "My turn, Sis" was all she said. Soon I was lacing her into the corset. She had to hold on to her bedpost while I pulled the laces tight, like I had seen Theresa do. When she put her. I kept my eyes closed and just cried. I was half naked, on my knees, on the side of the road. I covered my face with my palms wiping away my tears. All of a sudden I felt a swift slap across my face, I opened my eyes only to receive another slap in the same spot. I cried out loud. He shortened the grip on my hair and pulled back. He wrapped his other hand around my throat and growled, "do what I tell you! And shut the fuck up with all that crying, do you understand?!" He lifted his hand up. After looking at a few Playboys’. They handed me a magazine showing guys and girls having sex. . I remember feeling embarrassed because as I looked through them I could feel my cock getting hard, I hoped they didn’t noticed. All the guys were looking at magazines and drinking beer from a bottle they were passing around to each other. I remember seeing a few empty bottles lying around and hoping they didn’t ask me to drink any (I was afraid my parents would find out, but I wouldn’t tell them. That was how it should be, of course. There shouldn’t be these insane rules of sexual morality or whatever imposed by society holding any of us back.I laughed as Kathy, Kara, Kylie, Brittany, Candace, Denise, and Tamar worked themselves into a circular daisy chain, with each lady muff diving the others. The sight was more than enough to rouse a dead man, and I was far from deceased, just like Dad. That was even truer with the Cupid mask, which was a real barrier to any kind of male refractory.