"Please hear us out and then we can discuss it again." The three of us nod, waiting for mom to take a drink of coffee."You know our families have been...friends for a long time," mom says, soliciting nods from her captive audience. "Since before you girls were born," she adds, unnecessarily. "We moved into this neighborhood about the same time, when Brandon was just a toddler."What you don't know," Mrs. Andrews says, looking at Kristina. "Is that your dad and I had been trying to have k**s for a. You arched but stayed still, you knew you couldn’t move. “I couldn’t agree more, she needs discipline, Sir.”Again, and again the whip fell; but you didn’t move. Your back arched as you silently weathered the abuse on all fours; quite like a dog indeed, you thought miserably to yourself.You were ashamed at how fucking turned on the thought made you.Then the whips stopped, and her hands found your pussy again, playing with it, toying. You knew you were an utter mess down there, the carpet you. By this time, my now much larger family had emerged from their slumber, and appeared at the door of the van.When I was looking in the ration trailer, I found a large tin of coffee, and was going to introduce Jane and Hild to another beverage. I know that some people don't like the taste of coffee, but I had to see if my companions were in this category. Coffee was easier to make, or at least this version was, it was in the powdered form, and only needed stirring into hot water.Jane and Hild. His services were unique. Older women; younger women. Single women, desperate for deeper gratification than their buzzing toys could give them; and married women, sneaking away from unsuspecting partners, or dropped off by curious husbands. They all came, brandishing money, seeking satisfaction. They all left, having found it, none of them ever knowing the true cost.Marcus shook his head again. Pushing away from the sink, he stepped out into the hallway, slightly cooler air washing over his.